Page 19 of Accidentally Yours

“Excuse me. You’re in my seat,” an older woman with her hair tightly pulled back into a bun stared down at me.

“Oh, sorry. I was just talking to my husband.” I stood up so she could sit.

“You two aren’t sitting together?” the woman asked.

“No. My husband likes to put his wife in economy class while he flies first class.” I smiled, walking to my seat. “Take that, asshole.”

I took my economy aisle seat across from Matt and James and pulled out my phone. I noticed I had a missed call from Ramona and a voice message.

“Hey, Willa. Call me ASAP.”

I glanced at my watch and noticed we still had half an hour before taking off, so I dialed her number.

“Hey, you.” She answered. “Are you home from Vegas?”

“We just boarded the plane. How are you?”

“I’m okay. Have you checked your Instagram lately?”

My belly clenched.

“No. I haven’t had a chance. Why?” I nervously asked, praying that the wedding video wasn’t on there.

“I posted that breakup box you made me, and my followers flipped out. Everyone loves it. Some of my followers commented they were going to contact you.”

“Wow, really? Did you tag me in the photo?” I asked.

“Yes. So, you need to check your DM’s. This could be a great side hustle until you find a new job.”

“Thanks, Ramona. I’ll check my DM’s now.”

“Who was that?” Matt glanced at me from across the aisle.

“Ramona. She told me I need to check my Instagram DMs.” My eyes practically popped out of my head when I saw fifteen messages from people wanting to know where and how they could order their own breakup boxes.

“What’s wrong?” Matt asked.

I turned my phone around and showed him all the DMs.

“See.” He grinned. “I told you that box would be a hit.”

“I can’t do this, Matt. One box is manageable financially. I can’t make fifteen breakup boxes and send them out. It would cost me a fortune.”

“You have to figure out a way, Willa. This could be life-changing for you. Oh, wait a minute.” He brought his finger to his lips. “You have a billionaire husband. He can fund it.”

“Yeah, right.” I laughed. “He won’t even speak to me.”

“I’m sure if you ask him nicely and offer up some sex, he would do it.” He smirked.

“You’re not funny.” I reached over and smacked his arm. “Besides, I can’t put out any extra money right now. My student loan payment is due next week, and after I pay that, I’ll literally have nothing left in my account.”

“Maybe we can work something out.” He extended his hand, and I reached over and grabbed it.

After some scary turbulence, the plane finally touched down in New York City. I was surprised when we stepped off the plane and saw Damien standing there.

“Matt. James. This is Damien Blackwood. Damien, my cousin Matt and his husband, James.”

“It’s nice to meet you both.” Damien shook their hands. “I need to speak with you before we go our separate ways.”

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