Page 11 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
“What do you think about what they said?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I think they made some very valid points.”
She smiled. “Me, too.”
“And if we look at it—do this right—we’d have someone to share in our successes.”
“But also be there for our failures to help pick us back up.”
“We could also share stressors and not feel like we’re the only ones carrying the weight of our world.”
Her smile grew brighter. “We could be each other’s rock.”
And after the two of us sat in relative silence for a few moments, I leaned forward and held out my hand. “So, what do you say? Ready to get to work, work wife?”
Maggie snorted with laughter before she shook my hand. “It’s about time you came along, work husband. Because I’ve been struggling, and I need a strong back to help me with some things.”
I chuckled. “Then, it’s a good thing I go to the gym five times a week.”
Her eyes bulged. “Five times?”
I shook her hand as well and dropped it. “Yep.”
“Five times, every week.”
“Yep, and yep.”
She blew a raspberry with her lips. “Do you go on the weekends?”
I scoffed. “Hell, no. I sleep in, work in my underwear, and eat endless amounts of pasta on the weekends.”
She wiped the fake sweat off her forehead. “Shew! For a second, I thought I was the only lazy-ass human being on the planet on my days off.”
We both laughed with one another for a little bit before I rolled up to her side. “So, what should we tackle first? What’s stressing you out, or what’s stressing me out?”
Maggie cracked her neck. “Let’s do you first. I’m tired of focusing on this shit my father strapped me with.”
I shrugged. “Well, the only stressor I’ve got going on right now is one of my chefs.”
“What’s going on with him?”
I grinned. “Her. And apparently, she’s been hitting on her sous chef a little too much. It’s making him uncomfortable.”
She puffed her cheeks out with a sigh. “Sounds like she needs an HR person to speak with her about it.”
“Already done that.”
“And she’s still pulling that shit?”
I quirked an eyebrow. “I don’t know if I’ve ever heard you curse this much, well, ever.”
She shrugged. “Work’ll do that to you.”
I groaned. “Don’t I fucking know it.”
She shook her head as a smile crept across her cheeks. “Well, it sounds like the only other avenue you have is to give her a verbal warning coming from you, letting her know that if it happens again, she’s gone, no matter how good she is.”
I licked my lips as I settled in for the ride. “I think this is the start of something very, very beautiful, Miss Mags.”
