Page 98 of The Sexy Billionaire

“I’ll wait for you, Paige,” I say, reaching up and caressing her face. I need her to know I’m all in, whenever she’s ready.

“I know you would,” she says, then starts slowly moving up and down my cock. I let her take the lead this time, letting her set the pace. She stares down at me as my hands cup her breasts and my fingers pluck her nipples. This is the most beautiful view in the world, watching her take what she needs from me.

“What the hell is going on here?” a female voice shrieks from Paige’s doorway.

“Fuck, Sav,” Paige answers, sitting up in bed. Her hair is a mess from the multiple times we had sex. After the fourth time, we fell asleep, and I guess that is where we find ourselves now.

“You dirty bird. Gio, here are your jeans, you might need them,” she chuckles, throwing them across the room, watching as they land on the edge of the bed before turning around and closing the door.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Paige curses as she jumps out of bed and rushes around her bedroom naked, trying to find clothes to change into. I throw back the covers and put on my underwear and jeans, and by the time I’m dressed, so is Paige.

“Are you okay?” I ask her as she rushes out of her closet in a panic.

“I don’t know,” she answers honestly. “I … it’s just … I didn’t want anyone to know about us.”

Oh.

My chest deflates at her answer.

“Not until I knew what this was,” she says, waving her hand between us.

“Come here,” I say, reaching out and pulling her to me. She reluctantly comes to me, and I hug her tightly. She wraps herself around me and hugs me back. “There’s no label on us, okay, so don’t feel like you need to add one.”

She looks up at me. “Of course there’s no label. As far as the world is concerned, I’m the other woman. You’re still engaged to someone else,” she says, unwrapping herself from me.

Shit.

I keep forgetting about that. Paige is right; the world still thinks Giada and I are the perfect couple.

Fuck.

Giada and I need to make a statement that we are no longer together and be done with this charade. I owe it to Paige.

“I’ll sort that out.”

She gives me a small nod before moving away from me and walking out the door. This isn’t good. The reality of what we’ve done is hitting her and I can’t be mad. I’ve chosen to protect Giada instead of Paige. Better face the music. I walk out of the bedroom and down the hall to the living room; the girls stop whispering as I enter.

“I’m just going to grab my things and leave you to it,” I say, grabbing my shirt off the ground and my socks and shoes, too. Paige nods and her friend frowns at her but doesn’t say anything. I grab my wallet and phone, then walk out the door, choosing to finish getting dressed outside rather than inside. I hope this doesn’t change anything between us, not when I was so close to showing her what life could be like if she gave me a second chance.

28

PAIGE

Watching Gio walk out the door with his shoulders slumped made me feel bad. I shouldn’t have thrown his engagement in his face. I know there is nothing there; I’ve seen the pictures of Giada DJ’ing in Mykonos with his sister by her side. Still, hearing all the declarations he’d made toward me in that moment, I felt like the other woman because I had hope. Hope that maybe Gio and I can have a second chance, but we can’t because the world thinks he’s happily in love with Italy’s sweetheart, Giada.

It's a mess.

“Tell me everything, don’t leave anything out. I can tell something steamy happened, your clothes were spread out across the apartment like dirty little breadcrumbs,” Savannah states.

I let out a frustrated sigh. “We’re going to need wine for this story,” I tell her.

“On to it. Stay there, you’re obviously exhausted from riding dick all afternoon.” She jumps up off the sofa and heads into the kitchen. I shake my head at my no-filter friend. She brings back abottle of red and proceeds to uncork it and pour us both a glass. “Now go,” she says, handing me my glass.

“I don’t know how to explain what happened,” I tell her, then take my first sip of wine.

“Um, how did you go from family lunch to dick riding?” Savannah asks.

Okay, I guess that is a big leap. “We talked, we argued, he said nice things, then said dirty things and next thing I know we are doing it,” I say, giving her the CliffsNotes version.

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