Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
No, def not engaged, but we’ve said the I love yous. We were arguing, and it just popped out.
Alex: Who said it first?
Dani: Why does that matter?
Skyla: This makes me so happy!
He said it first.
So many heart, kissy, and celebration emoji come through that it makes me burst out laughing.
Okay, I have to finish getting ready. I’ll text more from Ireland.
Dani: Send us a pic of the two of you together tonight. We’ll want to see.
You got it. Love you all! xo
With a happy sigh, I take the red dress off the hanger and slip it on, then turn back to the mirror.
I’m going to make my billionaire swallow his tongue.
Chapter Twenty-One
CONNOR
I’m leaning against the kitchen island, sipping two fingers of Macallan, when Billie descends the stairs. All the air leaves my body.
Christ Jesus, she’s bloody staggering.
Her dark hair is glossy and curled in loose waves around her shoulders. Her makeup, as usual, is flawless, and she’s added a darker eye along with raspberry-red lips. Her diamonds sparkle at her ears and around her neck, and as my gaze lowers, my cock joins the party.
Because every delicious curve is showcased in a red dress that has my mouth drying up. Off the shoulder, the sleeves are long, ending just before her wrists. The bodice crisscrosses over her breasts, and then the dress falls in a billowy skirt with a slit that shows off her incredible leg as she walks.
With black heels to complete the look, I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than my angel looks tonight.
At the bottom of the stairs, she lifts an eyebrow and turns a circle, and I feel the smile spread over my face.
“We can’t go,” I declare.
“Oh, we’re going. Do you know how long it took me to look like this?”
I cross to her, and she slides her hands up the lapels of my tux, smiling at me.
“If we go,” I say as I lean in to press my lips to her forehead, “I’ll have to make Miller kill every man who ogles you, which means there will be a lot of deaths tonight, a ghrá.”
“You promised me a night on the town.” She lifts an eyebrow in that sassy way she does that makes me want to devour her. “So if people have to die, it just is what it is.”
I chuckle and kiss her hand, then tuck it in my arm and escort her to the elevator. “If we don’t leave now, I’ll mess you up.”
“You can do all of the messing later.”
It’s our last night in New York City, and I want her to enjoy every minute of it.
“Wait,” she says, stopping me before we can step onto the elevator. “Let’s take a quick selfie. I promised the girls I’d send one.”
Unable to keep my lips off her, I kiss her forehead and then call down to my men.
“I need you up here, please.”
“On our way,” Miller says.
Bee raises an eyebrow.
“You’re too fucking gorgeous for a selfie. We’ll take a proper photo, a ghrá.”
When the elevator doors open, Miller’s and Simon’s eyebrows lift in surprise as they step out of the car.
“You look lovely, miss,” Miller says to Billie.
“Beautiful,” Simon agrees with a nod. “We’ll be extra vigilant tonight, boss.”
I smirk down at Billie. “Told you.”
Billie passes her phone to Miller, who immediately passes it on to Simon, making Billie laugh.
“We need a photo,” Billie says.
“In front of the windows,” I add and lead her to the glass. The sun is almost down, and the view is beautiful right now, with Central Park spread out behind us.
Simon snaps a few, then passes the phone back to Billie, and we make our way down to the garage.
“Oh, these are good,” she mumbles as she sends them in her group text. “Aw, look at this one, where you’re looking down at me.”
She shows me her screen, and I immediately know I need that photo.
“Please send it to me, angel.”
“Okay.”
She sends the text and then climbs into the SUV.
“Okay, where are we going?”
“First up is dinner at 220 Park Ave South,” I reply. “It’s an exclusive restaurant not far from here.”
“Is it on Billionaires’ Row?” she asks, surprising me.
“Where did you hear that term?”
“One of the salesladies and I were chatting yesterday, and she said this part of the city is called Billionaires’ Row. Because it’s full of the fanciest of the fancy, which makes sense because you’re here. So?”
I grin and take her hand in mine, pressing my lips to her knuckles. “Yes, it is. It’s an exclusive restaurant that you have to buy a membership for. But the food is incredible.”
“I’m so glad I wore my pretty dress,” she says with a wink.
Tonight is going to be bloody brilliant. Billie is charming and funny, and she fucking loves me.
Loves me.
“Okay, what’s happening after dinner?”