CH 105

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire

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Chapter 105:

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Because Isabella is an idiot, she forgets exactly where she fell asleep last night by the time she wakes up the next morning, sees an unfamiliar bedroom, and proceeds to freak the fuck out.

Well, she freaks the fuck out for maybe ninety seconds until she sees the edge of her cell phone peeking out of her pants pocket—her pants, which are still neatly folded on the bedside table. On Archibald’s bedside table. Archibald’s bedside table in his house where Isabella slept last night.

Isabella takes advantage of waking up alone and makes the executive decision to bury her face in her palms and silently scream.

It’s still early, and Isabella considers trying to catch some more sleep, except that there’s a post-it attached to the bedpost closest to her face with neat, tidy writing.

Getting breakfast delivered—take your time cleaning up. Kitchen is down the hall to the left side of the living room. I’ll have some clothing in your size the ne