Page 107 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

I’ve found someone who cares for me this much, someone who would drop everything just to make sure I’m safe, that I’m happy. The way he treats me now... It’s like nothing I’ve ever known.

I hear footsteps from the hallway, and the door to my office creaks open. My head snaps up, and I can’t help but smile as Theo steps inside, a familiar warmth flooding my chest.

“There she is,” he says, his voice a low murmur.

He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, looking like he just stepped off a magazine cover.

His eyes light up when they meet mine, and I feel that familiar flutter in my stomach, the one that seems to happen every time he looks at me like that.

“Hey,” I say, smiling. “How’s it going?”

Theo grins, pushing off the doorframe and walking toward me.

“Good. Really good. I’ve got the supplies for the garden ready to go. They’ll bring them over to the facility later and get it all set up.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Garden supplies? You’re really making that happen?”

“I promised you, didn’t I?” he says, bending down to place a hand on my shoulder as he kisses my cheek lightly.

“I loved your idea of giving the women and kids there a secret garden of their own.”

I laugh softly. “You’re insane, but I love you for it.”

He smiles down at me, his expression softening. “Anything for you, Grace.”

I feel my heart skip a beat. Sometimes, when he looks at me that way—so open, so vulnerable—it’s hard to believe he’s real.

And even though I’ve always been fiercely independent, I can’t help but want to lean into that softness, to let him take care of me in ways that I never thought I’d need.

“You’ve been working hard,” he continues, pulling up a chair beside me. “How’s it going with the shelter?”

“Slow,” I say with a sigh. “But we’re getting there. One step at a time.”

“You know I’m here, right? If you need anything. You don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.”

I meet his eyes, feeling a rush of affection. “I know. I just… I want it to be perfect. I want to make sure everything’s right before we open the doors. But it’s hard.

So much to do, and sometimes it feels like I’m just one person trying to make a difference, you know?”

He shakes his head, his fingers brushing against mine. “You’re not justoneperson, Grace. You’re making a real change here. I see it. And I’ll be here every step of the way, helping you.”

I look down at our hands. “I’m so grateful for you.”

“And I’m grateful for you.”

There’s something so grounding about the way he says it, so confident, that I feel the weight of the world lifting from my shoulders. His words are a promise, one I know he’ll keep.

“I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your belief in me.”

“I’m just doing what I’ve always wanted to do—be here for you. Whatever you need. And I’m so damn proud of you, you know that?”

I swallow, feeling my throat tighten with emotion.

“I don’t know how you do it. You always know just what to say.”

He shrugs, his smile never fading. “I just speak the truth.”

I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder as I close my eyes for a moment. I can’t remember the last time I felt so calm, so at ease.

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