I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Chapter 210 - 211 Ashton’s POV: Culprit
After Mirabelle left, Ashton dropped back onto the pillows, one arm flung over his eyes.
The sheets were still warm where she’d been.
He rolled over, caught her scent on the pillow, and then looked down.
He swore under his breath, glaring at the tent in his pyjama trousers.
He shifted, adjusted, then swore again.
His eyes drifted to the nightstand.
There, stacked with smug precision, were the three dozen boxes of condoms.
Delivered far too late to be useful.
He made a mental note to dock the manager’s pay.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Then again.
And again.
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