I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

He reached across the sheets and nudged my shoulder. ‘They’re discreet. I promise. No smirking, no awkward looks. You won’t see it in their eyes.’

I didn’t reply, just pulled the duvet over my head and stayed buried.

The mattress dipped again.

Ashton slid under the covers and kissed my ear.

‘They dropped it off hours ago. You were asleep... But you’re not asleep now.’

I knew exactly where this was going.

I felt his arm stretch across me, heard his fingers skim across the nightstand.

Foil crinkled.

Last night had been... impulsive.

I got caught up in the moment.

The way he looked at me, the way he said those three little words—it was all heat and no brakes.

ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

But morning light did something to that kind of madness.