Page 93 of Billionaire Temptations

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I promise you I’m fine.”

He got up from the bed, and I gulped as I watched his lean, muscular body walk towards the door. “Sleep well.”

“I will. Thank you.”

He walked out and shut the door. I reached over, turned off the light, and climbed back under the covers. This was the first time I’d had that nightmare in almost eight years.

The next morning, I got up before sunrise and ran along the beach. The cool morning air awoke my senses, and I felt good despite last night’s nightmare. As I ran along the beach, I watched the sunrise and thanked God for another beautiful day. When I returned to the house, Alex was in the kitchen, sitting at the island, drinking his coffee. He looked at me in shock as I walked through the door wall.

“I thought you were still asleep.”

“Nah. I decided to go for a run and watch the sunrise.”

“Oh, well, there’s coffee over there if you want some.”

I reached into the cabinet and took out a cup. Suddenly, a man walked into the kitchen and over to the refrigerator. I arched my brow as I looked at him and then at Alex.

“Robert, I would like you to meet Emerson James. She’s my houseguest for the next three months. Emerson, meet Robert, my chef.”

He extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Emerson.”

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you too.”

“I’ll be making omelets today. Would you like one?” he asked.

“No thanks. I can make my own.” I winked.

Looking over at Alex, he narrowed his eyes at me.

“Robert doesn’t like anyone in his kitchen.”

“Really? I thought this was your kitchen. And if I recall, I made dinner for myself the other night and breakfast yesterday morning. In this kitchen. Your kitchen.” I pointed my finger at him.

He studied me, giving me a look that my brother always gave me when debating whether to say something.

“You will wait until Robert is done making breakfast before starting yours. You are not to be in his way. Do you understand, heartbreaker?”

How dare he. I strutted over to him and whispered in his ear, “Yes, I understand. Call me ‘heartbreaker’ again, and it’s your heart I won’t be breaking. It’ll be your balls. Doyouunderstand?” I walked away and went to my room.

Alex

Who the hell did she think she was talking to me like that? I got up from my seat and followed her into her bedroom.

“Excuse me, Emerson. How dare you speak to me that way. Do you know whom you’re talking to?”

“Yes. I’m talking to you, Alex Parker. A regular guy with the same shit going on in his head as any other ordinary guy. Just because you have mega billions doesn’t give you the right to order people around like that.”

Now she really had me mad. “And you have no right speaking to me that way.”

“And you have no right calling me ‘heartbreaker.’”

I sighed. “I apologize for calling you that.”

“And I apologize for saying that I’d break your balls.”

“Fine. Apology accepted. But don’t ever speak to me that way again.”

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