Page 136 of Billionaire Temptations

“The day of the accident.” A tear formed in my eye. “About an hour before.”

“She looks exactly like you. If she were here, I honestly don’t know if I could tell you apart.”

“She had a birthmark on her right hip. That was how my parents could tell us apart when we were babies.”

“Did you ever pull the twin switch on a guy?”

I laughed. “Once. Right before our sixteenth birthday, Emily was dating this guy, and he was really needy and clingy. She didn’t want to see him anymore but didn’t have the heart to break his heart. So, I did it for her as her.”

“Did he ever find out it was you?”

“No. Not that I know of.”

“That was nice of you to do that for her.”

“Like I told you before, there wasn’t anything we wouldn’t do for each other.”

He set my phone down and reached over, pushing my hair behind my ear. I yawned, and he laughed.

“Am I boring you?”

“Just a little.” I grinned.

“Is that so? Well, maybe I need to make things a little more exciting.” He rolled me over so I was lying on my stomach as his fingers pushed the fabric of my panties to the side and dipped them inside me.

“Is this better?”

“Oh yes,” I moaned in excitement.

We spentthe next few days touring the wineries and taking in everything Napa Valley had to offer. I secretly signed us up for a cooking lesson on our last night there. After all, Alex did drag me golfing, which I had never done before. But I played nice and pretended to be interested when I wasn’t. I accidentally hit him with the club, which was his fault for standing so close. Even though I hit him, that was my first hole-in-one, and I jumped up and down, screaming with excitement as he held his arm. Oops.

The next morning, we checked out and started our drive back to Malibu. I was flipping through the radio stations when “Don’t Look Back in Anger” started to play on the radio.

“Sing with me.” I smiled as I held up my phone.

We sang loudly as I recorded us. When the song ended, I held up my hand to him for a high five.

“I sent the video to your phone, so you’ll never forget me.”

“Thanks.” He smiled. “But I don’t think I could ever forget you.”

I looked at him and then turned to look out the passenger window. After about thirty minutes of silence, Alex spoke.

“I have to go out of town tomorrow for a couple of days. But when I get back, I thought maybe we could hit the golf course. What do you say?”

“Where are you going?”

“To Seattle. I’m meeting with a friend of mine. We’re looking into opening a hotel together.”

“Have fun. I hope it rains.” I smiled.

He laughed. “It’s Seattle. I’m sure it will be raining.”

“I’ll play golf with you again, and I promise I won’t hit you with the club or score a hole-in-one, so you won’t feel emasculated.”

He looked over at me and frowned. “I didn’t feel emasculated.”

“Yes, you did!” I laughed. “The look on your face was priceless when I made that shot.”

---