Page 17 of Stalked By the Billionaire

Chapter 8

Harrison

The next few days with Gabby are like a dream. We fuck all over the apartment. We can’t get enough of each other. The two of us are made for each other.

She tells me too many times that she isn’t on the pill, but the primal side of me wants her carrying my child.

I know it’s ridiculous and very early in this relationship, but I also know I’ll never let her go. Because I can’t get enough of her and thank God, she doesn’t seem to mind.

I know by the way she kisses me back, and if the way she tilts her hips up to meet mine when I’m balls deep in her is any sign, I’d say she loves everything we do.

“Stay here with me again tonight,” I whisper against her ear, wrapping my arm around her body to pull her back to my chest.

“I need to go get some clothes,” she says, putting a hand on my chest. “There’s only so many days I can wear your t-shirts.”

“I’ll buy you some clothes. They’ll be delivered tomorrow.”

She blushes prettily, and I kiss her cheek, my chest puffing up like a caveman through sheer protectiveness. I don’t want her to ever leave me. I want to hold her in my arms forever.

“I can buy clothes too, but I have clothes,” she pouts.

I kiss the back of her head, my lips not moving as I inhale the smell of coconut shampoo that coats her hair. She smells like me, and I want that to stay.

“I want to take you somewhere tomorrow,” I say, resting her head on my chest. It’s time to let her know my secret. I have to tell her who I am. “One more night and tomorrow we’ll get some clothes for you.”

While Gabby sleeps, I switch on my computer and finish up some work. There’s so much I can’t do with her around. I want nothing to come between us. But now I know she’s mine. I can complete on the penthouse purchase. Not that a penthouse will be ideal for too much longer, but I thought I was going to be a bachelor forever.

Now I envisage a life with her and our children in a large country house. It’ll have manicured gardens and plenty of space for our kids to play in, certainly not a penthouse, overlooking the river. But it’ll work for a few years.

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“Why don’t you hand your notice in on this apartment, live with me permanently,” I say the next day as I take the overnight bag filled with toiletries, and a suitcase I insisted she filled with her clothes.

Her home is a small studio flat with one room that turns from a living room to a bedroom. There’s a tiny kitchen and a separate bathroom.

“We’ll see how it goes,” she says. “You might hate me after a fortnight.”

“How can I hate you when I love you?” I whisper in her ear.

She gasps, turning around to see me, probably to check my reaction.

“Do you?”

I smile and nod. “Since the first day I saw you.”

“I love you too,” she says. “I just knew you were the one when I was looking over my date’s shoulder and couldn’t keep my eyes off you.”

“So, you’re moving in with me?” I check.

I desperately need to have her near me at all times, and it’s obsessive and out of character for me when I usually prefer my own company. But Gabby is different—she’s my future—she’s my world. My everything. And I know we have a special something that comes around sparingly.

She nods. I hug her tight, and after kissing her, we leave her building and jump into my battered jeep. I still haven’t bought a better car. Being with Gabby takes over all thoughts of spending money on anything other than a new home.

Fifteen minutes later, we pull up outside my apartment block. We get out of the car and I stroll to the back of the car to retrieve her things.

“That’s him.” I hear. “That’s Harrison Turner.”

I glance at a crowd of people with microphones and cameras in their hands.

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