Page 69 of Billion Dollar Revenge

My stomach growls. I hadn’t realized the time. It’s six o’clock. “Sounds good.”

I take off my shoes, lower my glass to the coffee table, and sit on his luxurious cream sofa, letting out a groan. “It feels like I’m on a cloud.”

Lowering his glass next to mine, he comes to join me on the sofa. I expect him to sit near but not close. So my mouth opens wide when he sits beside me, so our thighs are touching.

He turns on the TV, and the speakers surround us, giving us a cinema experience. At least it provides me with a distraction.

“What should we watch?” he asks as he scrolls through the options, and a movie catches my eye. “The Hangover?”

He sets it up. “How about Chick-fil-A?”

After the initial shock that he?a billionaire?is offering me Chick-fil-A, I reply, “Good choice.”

“What's your order?”

“A chicken sandwich.”

“Did you want to share waffle fries?”

“Only if you order some Chick-fil-A sauce.”

He grins, but it’s the soft expression that has me leaning back into the sofa, with a tingle growing on my cheeks.

“It’ll be a while because of traffic. Let’s start the movie while we wait.”

“You don’t need to work?”

I could watch the movie by myself.

“No, it’s a classic. I’m watching it with you.”

I can’t stop the way the smile stretches across my mouth.

The movie begins, and a content sigh leaves my mouth. My legs curl up on the sofa, and I lie back. He grabs a throw and covers my legs with it.

“Thanks,” I whisper, smiling up at him.

He settles back into the couch, and his arm drapes over my body, pulling me close. My head rests on his chest. It’s strong, hot, and the beat of his heart is calming. His spicy scent is familiar, and when he tickles my back in soothing circles, my eyelids grow heavy. I fight against them, wanting to enjoy the moment, and dinner will be here soon. But I can’t fight it. I surrender and fall asleep.

I gasp for air from a nightmare, sitting up in the darkness of the night. I blink awake and take in my surroundings. Where am I?

My vision settles on Evan’s body sitting in the chair, clutching a drink. He’s still in his clothes from earlier. I’m in his bed.

But he’s on the chair?

I rub my eyes, thinking I’m still asleep.

“What happened?” His voice is gravelly and definitely real.

I peer down and see I’m still in the same clothes. He must have carried me here.

“Just a silly nightmare.”

One where I’m alone without my business, husband, and kids. I’m old, sad, and very single.

“Must have been bad to wake you.”

“Life problems.”

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