All Chapters of The Wrong Billionaire, or Not: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Connor snakes his arm around me and pulls me tight against his firm chest.  His warmth wraps around me like a comforting blanket while I lay my head against his shoulder. I wish I could stay like this forever.He kisses the top of my head and mumbles, “Love, what are you thinking?”I shake my head and snuggle deeper into his warmth.  “Just that I don’t want to leave your comforting touch.”A soft chuckle spills from him before he kisses my head again.  “Love, I’m more than willing to hug you whenever you want.  Plus, we fall asleep in each other’s arms every night.”As soon as the word night leaves his mouth, heat rushes across my face as images of our sultry nights of passion flash through my mind.  My core aches wanting my husband’s warmth not just around me, but also buried deep inside me.Images of our sweaty bodies grinding against each other whil

I stand out on the balcony outside our bedroom and stare up at the clear night sky.  A few stars sparkle as if they are shining just for me. Connor’s earlier words are constantly replaying in my head.  The first to replay are his words on the plane about hoping I’m pregnant already.  Then the next of words are his harsh rebuttal to his father and his statement about never giving me up. Each set of sentences tugs at my heart, but in different directions.  However, I’m not sure which ones I should follow.  A little nagging voice in the back of my head keeps whispering that he didn’t give up last time when you ran, and he won’t give up again if I try hiding again. I take a deep breath and rest my hands on the cold railing. What should I do? I scan the dark sky and the twinkling stars as if I’m hoping the answer to my question is hiding somewhere within the tiny

I sigh as I read another email from Ryan about things happening at WW Enterprises today.  I have never realized until just recently how much is going on every day. I would usually work non-stop, and it was all part of a normal day.  But now, I don’t want to work from the crack of dawn until 10pm every night.  I would rather spend the evening with my gorgeous wife and enjoy our time together. Her shocking truth from last night has stuck in my mind today.  I will not let it get us down, though.I glance across the room at her as her office phone rings again.  I don’t think it has stopped ringing since this morning. Her attention is on her computer screen while she tucks the phone’s receiver up against her head with her shoulder.  Her fingers type non-stop on the keyboard. A smile breaks slowly spreads across my face and a sense of pride washes over me as I watch her. 

I blankly stare down at my empty notepad while Connor’s question from last night rolls around in my head.  When do I want to have the wedding? I still don’t have any idea even after looking at my schedule this morning.  However, one thing is for sure, I don’t want to wait too long.  We have had a rocky start, but I would like to wipe it away with a fresh start, beginning with the wedding. “Ms. Hunter, is there a problem?”The older man’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts and brings me back to reality. I look across the conference room table at the gray-haired man and slowly shake my head.  “Sorry, Mr. Slater.  I was thinking about something else.  I’m truly sorry for not staying focused.”The older man glances down to my hand and his attention settles on my wedding and engagement rings.  “Does it, by chance, have something to do with you

I want to get Connor to the bed, but every time he moves at all, his stomach sends another wave up and he is left hugging the toilet.  He has completely emptied the entire contents of his stomach out now and has been dry heaving for the last hour. I wipe his mouth and face with a wet washcloth while he leans his head against my legs as I sit on the chair in the middle of the bathroom.  I wish I had a magic wand, and I could make this all go away. He has his eyes closed as a soft groan escapes from him.  My heart twists as I hate seeing him in so much pain and discomfort. I gently run my fingers through his soft silky hair as I pray he will get over this soon. Dotty walks into the bathroom and lightly taps my shoulder.  “How is he doing?  Has he stopped throwing up yet?”As I keep my attention on my husband, I shake my head.  “No.  If he tries to move at all, he usually end