Page 33 of Billionaire's Accidental Marriage
I gripped her chin as our gazes aligned. “You don’t ever have to thank me for something like that. Okay? I would’ve done it anyway, predicament or no predicament.”
Something flashed behind her eyes, but it moved too quickly for me to decipher it. However, when that smile of hers spread back across her face, my heart came alive. I lay down on the couch, taking her with me as she nestled her back closely against my chest. Her ass, wiggling itself against my cock as we both shared the sofa with my arm wrapped tightly around her waist. And as I held her there, cradling her like my most prized possession, I made myself a promise.
I promised myself that whatever Maggie wanted out of this, I’d give her without a second thought.
Which meant, I had to step up my game and prove to her that I was the husband she deserved in her life, whether she felt it or not.
11
Maggie
“Well, good news,” Mike said as he came out of his bedroom, “the hotel is letting us keep this place for one last night.”
I smiled. “Wonderful. Now, what do we want to do about food?”
He leaned against the wall, facing me. “I suppose we could get dressed up and go out somewhere.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Do you really want to fight with Vegas right now, though?”
He chuckled. “Not particularly.”
“So, a nice meal in? Maybe we can eat it on the couch and watch a movie or something?”
He smirked. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”
Dinner got ordered, and I decided to pile all of the pillows and blankets on the couches and chairs in the living room. I slid everything together, turning furniture around and placing cushions against one another until we had a massive couch facing the television that could cradle our entire bodies, accommodate our pillows and blankets, and still have enough room for all of our food.
Then, I found aGolden Girlsmarathon on television and let it play in the background while we stuffed our faces.
“I swear, I don’t know what the hell they do to their steak, but I need this marinade,” Mike said with his mouth full.
I speared a fry on my fork. “These sweet potato fries are just—I don’t even know how to describe them. It’s like they’re deep-fried twice for extra crispiness, but somehow they have that smooth, creamy center that’s bulging with brown sugar and cinnamon. It’s like magic.”
He reached over and stole one. “Don’t mind if I do.”
I giggled as I speared a bite of his steak. “Then, don’t mind ifIdo.”
The second we tried each other’s food, we shot up out of our supine positions. We piled the food between us and made a miniature smorgasbord for us to pick from. We unwrapped all of the desserts and took the untouched silver domes off all of the trays. And after pouring ourselves heaping glasses of wine, we settled in for an evening that tucked us away from the rest of the world.
And I found myself loving it.
“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live and why?” I asked.
Mike nodded before he swallowed his food. “Good question. Will you answer if I do?”
I smiled brightly. “Only if you ask the next question.”
He thought hard to himself as he took a bite of our fish and chips. “Bora Bora.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Wow, that’s a nice place.”
He nodded. “I’d live in Bora Bora out on one of those private ocean villas that sit right over the water. I’d bask in the sun all day, drink cocktails until I couldn’t stand myself, and every morning I’d go running along the beachside and watch the sun come up.”
I smiled softly. “I’d live in Italy.”
He looked over at me. “That’s a nice one, too. I’ve been to Italy a couple of times. If I stayed there long enough, though, I’d put on fifty pounds and not even care.”
I pointed my fork at him. “Bingo. I’d buy a small vineyard, keep it running to fuel my lifestyle, and then I’d relegate myself to all of the pasta and pizza and wine and espresso I could shove down my throat. I’d get pleasantly plump, watch the sunset over my rows of grapes, and I’d allow myself to enjoy the finer things in life.”
