Page 34 of Accidentally Yours

My cock started to rise. Gripping it, I closed my eyes and gave a few tugs until I heard the shower door open. Willa stood, staring at me with a smile.

“Thinking about last night?”

“Maybe.” I wiped the water from my eyes.

She gripped the bottom of the T-shirt she wore and lifted it over her head, revealing the perfect body I devoured last night. She stepped into the shower and wrapped her hand around my stiff cock.

“Let me.” She smiled, and I was done for.

After we showered, we climbed into the back of the sedan and headed to Willa’s apartment.

“I wonder where Matt and James are,” she said as we stepped inside.

“Probably enjoying the nice day.” I walked over to the table and noticed boxes and a bunch of random things lying on it. “What’s all this?”

“My breakup boxes.”

“Your what?” My brow raised.

“I told you about them,” she said.

I picked up a candle labeledBurn it all down, safely. Then I picked up a small wire-bound journal titledGet over it, beautifully.

I recalled hearing the words ‘breakup box,’ but I never asked her to elaborate. I actually found it ridiculous and absurd. Was this what she was doing with the money I gave her?

“Don’t you think this is a waste of money?” I asked when she stepped back into the living room.

“No.” She cocked her head. “It’s my business. Well, my almost business. I’m still getting it up and running.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ve already fulfilled twenty orders and have another twenty to do.”

“Do you know what you’re doing? Are you even making a profit off these boxes? Did you write out a business plan? Or are you just winging it?”

“Yes, I wrote out a business plan. Yes, I’m making a small profit. No, I’m not just winging it. I’ve researched and found different vendors to keep costs down. I’ve designed my own labels and self-love prompts, and I have custom-designed boxes ordered with my brand name.”

“What is your brand name?” I asked.

“Curated Chaos.” She grinned.

“How did you even come up with this idea?”

“I bought some things for myself that really helped me after my ex broke it off. Then, my friend was going through a breakup, and I put a cute box together for her. She posted it on Instagram, and it went viral. People messaged me asking how they could purchase one. And just like that, Curated Chaos was born.” She began setting things in a box.

“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing at my watch.

“Putting a breakup box together for the Vale’s daughter. Remember last night I told Mrs. Vale that I’d send her something for her daughter?”

“Willa, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” I placed my hand on her arm to stop her from filling the box further.

“Why?” Her brows furrowed.

“Because I’m trying to get this merger finalized, and I don’t want anything jeopardizing it.”

“And how would my sending a breakup box jeopardize your merger?”

“I don’t know.” I rubbed the back of my neck.

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