All Chapters of Ditch the Ex and Date The Billionaire : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 81:.When Isabella wakes up the next morning, bright rays of sunshine are streaming through the glass wall, reflecting and shining directly into her eyes. She winces, barely awake, shifting her body slightly, trying to orient herself in the unfamiliar bed.As she moves, she realizes there’s something unfamiliar touching her cheek. Warm, soft... skin? She opens her eyes, squinting. She’s greeted by the sight of a tattooed arm so close to her face that it takes a moment for her eyes to focus on it.Isabella wakes up the rest of the way with a jolt, her eyes flying open in panic.She quickly assesses the situation. Archibald still seems to be asleep, and Isabella quickly thanks every single deity she’s ever heard of for that, because the situation they’re in is—well, it’s compromising, to say the least.They must have gravitated towards each other in their sleep. Isabella is much closer to the center of the bed than she remembers, and Arch

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 83: .Isabella takes a deep breath, turning around in the chair and swinging her legs over to the other side so that her back is facing Archibald. Archibald leans over, picking up the bottle of sunscreen off the ground and squirting some into his hands. He rubs it between his palms to warm it up first—very considerate, Isabella thinks—and then two broad palms are rubbing over Isabella’s shoulder blades, working the sunscreen into her skin.A tiny strangled noise tries to work its way out of Isabella’s throat, but she manages to keep it in.“How was your work stuff?” Archibald asks, thumbs rubbing over Isabella’s shoulders. Isabella is not entirely sure if that particular motion is necessary for effective sunscreen application.“It was fine,” Isabella says. “Oh, actually, I forgot to tell you. I won a prize for us.”“Yeah?” Archibald asks, squeezing more sunscreen into his hands and rubbing it into Isabella’s lower back with firm strokes

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 85: .“Are you ready to get started?” the woman asks. “Our massage therapists are professionals, and they’ve seen it all before. Besides, I’m sure she has too, right?” She looks over at Archibald, winking.Archibald looks like he’s two seconds away from dissolving into laughter. The corners of his mouth twitch.Isabella laughs weakly. “He sure has! Yes. Many times. Ha-ha.”“Enjoy your massage,” the woman says, smiling. She leaves the room, the heavy door closing behind her with a solid thunk. Isabella feels like she’s just been locked inside a death chamber.“Did you know we were going to have to get naked?” Isabella hisses at Archibald in a loud whisper, eyes rapidly scanning the room, looking for something—a robe, a towel, anything at all to cover herself. There’s nothing.“I mean, I kind of assumed,” Archibald admits. “It’s normal for a massage. But I thought you knew that! You didn’t tell me you had never had one before! So I assum

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 87: .“Isabella, tell me if this is what you want. I can never tell what you’re thinking,” Archibald says quietly. His eyes are dark and vulnerable, reflecting the glowing light of the pool.“Yes, I want you,” Isabella breathes, one hand moving up to tangle in Archibald’s wet hair. Archibald pushes all the way forward, his chest pressing against Isabella’s body. The edge of the pool digs into Isabella’s back.“Then let me kiss you when no one is looking,” Archibald murmurs.So Isabella lets him. It’s frantic and heated, a blur of hands everywhere all at once, all their clandestine feelings finally flooding out into the open for anyone to see. Their quiet gasps, the nip and pull of Archibald’s bottom lip between Isabella’s teeth, Archibald’s broad hands sliding up Isabella’s stomach—this is the most honest they have ever been with each other.“God, ever since I met you, this is all I’ve been able to think about,” Archibald breathes, his

Ditch the Ex. Date the Billionaire . Chapter 89: .Archibald murmurs against the top of Isabella’s head. “After all, I have spent the past three days trying to woo you. I was starting to think my efforts were not going to pay off.”Isabella pulls away, blinking up at him. She laughs. “Trust me, Archibald, you didn’t even have to try.”After they’ve both gotten all rinsed off, Isabella turns off the shower, then helps Archibald step out, handing him a clean towel. He ruffles it over his hair, trying to dry it a bit. “I’m going to look like a monster in the morning, going to sleep with my hair like this,” Archibald warns her. “You might be scared of me.”“I don’t think I will be,” Isabella says, smiling.The rest of it is calm and quiet and comfortable: they each get dressed in their pajamas, completing their respective pre-bedtime routines, turning off all the lights and crawling into bed. Isabella’s in a clean white t-shirt and gym shorts, and Archibald is only wearing sweatpants