Page 278 of Billionaire Temptations

“I don’t know, Jackson. This couple seems different.”

“They aren’t any different from anyone else.”

Grabbing my fork, I picked at my food, eating just enough so he wouldn’t question me. I wanted to tell him that maybe we were wrong and that we were basing our decisions on how other people influenced us. But he wasn’t ready to hear it, and I wasn’t ready to lose him. I had already broken rule number nine.

After the bride and groom shared their first dance together as husband and wife, the DJ played a slow song, and Jackson took hold of my hand.

“May I have this dance, Madame?” He grinned.

“Of course.”

He led me to the dance floor, and in a flash, I was swept up in his arms, our bodies lightly touching.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing’s wrong? Why?”

“You seem quiet and like something is bothering you.”

“I’m just tired, I guess.”

“Are you sure nothing is bothering you?”

“Nothing is bothering me.” I lightly smiled as I reached up and brushed my lips against his.

I layon my stomach with his dark gray-colored sheet covering only my lower half. His arm draped around me, and the soft whispers of his breath soothed me as he slept. My attempts to try and convince him that maybe relationships weren’t so bad afterall were a total fail. His attitude towards me was different while I was dropping subtle hints. It was an attitude of dismay and disappointment. Once I stopped, his attitude returned to the carefree, fun, sexy man who fucked me twice last night because, as he said, once wasn’t enough.

I turned my head and faced him. His eyes were closed as his cheek was pressed comfortably against the oversized fluffy pillow. I couldn’t help but let a small smile cross my lips as I stared at the man I had uncontrollably fallen for. His eyes slowly opened and stared into mine.

“Good morning.” His hand moved up and down my back. “How long have you been staring at me?”

“Good morning. Just a few moments.”

“May I ask why?” A grin crossed his face.

“Why not? You’re sexy. Especially in the morning with your messy hair.” I brought my hand up to his head. “Plus, I love waking up next to you. It makes me incredibly happy.”

The look in his eyes changed instantly. Almost as if they went blank. He kissed the tip of my nose and climbed out of bed.

“How about some breakfast?”

“Sure,” I put on a fake smile as I stayed in bed for a few more moments while he left the bedroom.

I didn’t understand the sudden urge to get out of bed. Usually, we’d have sex before either one of us stepped one foot on the floor. Today was different. He seemed different. Maybe his issue with his parents still weighed heavily on his mind. Climbing out of bed, I slipped my robe on and headed down to the kitchen, where I saw him making scrambled eggs.

“I hope scrambled is okay. I tend to fuck up the eggs any other way.”

“Scrambled is fine.”

“Coffee is ready.” He nodded over to the coffee maker.

After pouring two cups of coffee, I took them over to the table while Jackson plated the eggs and toast.

“There’s some fresh cut-up fruit in the refrigerator if you want,” he spoke.

“Thanks.”

Walking over to the fridge, I pulled out the plastic container and took it over to the table. I was feeling uneasy because something with him was off.

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