All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Later that day“Bro,” I say. “For God’s sake, come on.”I’m at my parents’ house in Brooklyn. Saxon and Catie are here, and so are Damon, my cousin, Kennedy, her husband, Jackson, with their baby, Eddie, and Brandon and Jenny, Kennedy’s parents. Brandon is my father’s twin brother. Pongo the Dalmatian, currently stretched out in front of the fire, completes the picture.I’ve been waiting all evening for Saxon to pop the question. It’s now nearly ten o’clock, and Catie’s yawning. If he leaves it any longer, she’s going to say she’s off to bed, and then he’ll have missed his opportunity.Everyone looks at me, puzzled, then at him. He purses his lips, stretches out on the beanbag he’s currently sitting in, rubs his hands over his face, then sinks them into his hair.“I’m going to regret this,” he mumbles.I chuckle and settle back to watch the scene play out.Saxon gets to his feet and holds his hand out to Catie, and she lets him pull her to her feet. She told me earlier that she’s twen

AliceOn Christmas morning, we open our presents, and then we prepare dinner together, Mum sitting at the table peeling potatoes and carrots, while Charlie and I get the turkey with the trimmings ready. When it’s done, we eat outside on the deck, reminiscing about old times, and then afterward while Mum has a snooze, I finally call Kip. We talk for over an hour, and then later, while I’m watching a movie, we text each other almost continuously.The next few weeks pass in much the same way. I spend my days either working in the studio or spending time with Mum and Charlie, either just sitting chatting, watching TV, or occasionally going out for a drive. Mum doesn’t like to be away from home for too long, but she enjoys brief trips to the beach, and she loves going to the park, where she can see the children on the swings and watch the dogs running around.Kip messages and calls me every day. It’s a strange relationship; we’re not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, because we’ve only sle

Kip“I missed you,” I tell Alice as I lower her down.“I missed you, too.” She smiles, looking up at me with that expression on her face that makes my heart race, as if I’m a movie star, and she’s been waiting in line for my autograph for hours. She looks amazing, in a white dress that emphasizes her English-rose complexion, her wavy hair curling around her shoulders looking as soft as candy floss. Her makeup is subtle but sultry, her lips a dusky pink, and her blue eyes are sparkling. Jesus, I could eat her up in one bite.“You okay?” Damon asks.With some reluctance, I realize I should go over the details of the meeting. To my surprise, though, Helen says, “Don’t worry. I’ll fill them in if you want to head off.”I glance over and find Saxon smiling at me. “Go on,” he says. “You two get going.”“Thanks for picking her up,” I tell him, and he winks at me.I look at Marion, who says, “There’s nothing here that won’t wait.”“All right.” I collect my phone and briefcase from Helen, then

AliceI can see how much the altercation with Craig has upset Kip, but he obviously wants to move on, so I start telling him about tomorrow’s podcast which is already set up for release, and which looks at a TV series that’s just come out based on a well-known fantasy novel.He spreads some butter on a piece of sourdough, then holds it out to me. Smiling, I take it from him and nibble it while he butters himself another.He talks about some of the other podcasts I’ve done, and it’s obvious from what he says that he’s really listened to them. I’m incredibly touched. It’s one thing to be aware of Wonderland; it’s another to have listened from beginning to end to more than one episode.“Oh shit,” he says suddenly. “I forgot! I got you a birthday present.” He lifts his briefcase onto his lap, opens it, takes out a gift bag, and hands it to me, replacing his briefcase on the floor.“Hmm,” I say, shaking it and recognizing the shape of a book, “I wonder what this is? A watch?” I place it on

The sun is low over the horizon now, and the room is flooded with a rich golden light. Every now and again, I can detect Kip’s cologne. It smells expensive and sophisticated. Of course it does. No five-dollar supermarket spray for this guy.“Thank you so much for this,” I say. “I’m having a wonderful time.”“And it’s not over yet,” he teases.The pianist starts playingI Got it Bad and That Ain’t Good. Kip gives me a mischievous smile. “Dance with me,” he says.My eyebrows rise. “What?”He gets to his feet and holds out a hand. “Come on.”My jaw drops as I glance around. “It’s not the kind of place where you dance.”“There’s music playing, isn’t there?”“Yeah, but there’s no dance floor.”“There’s room all around the piano.” He picks up my hand and tugs it.“I can’t leave the books.”“I think they’ll be safe,” he says drily.“Oh my God, no…” Protesting all the way, I let him pull me up and follow him the short distance across to the piano. Conscious of people looking over at us, my fac