Her Billionaire Boyfriend (Her Billionaire #2) Read Online Abigail Barnette

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Her Billionaire Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
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I squeezed my eyes shut and let the tears come. “You were.”

“That’s past tense,” he said quietly. “What about now?”

“You’re not.”

The declaration loosened the tension in my chest immediately.

With a shuddering sob, I told him, “I want to come home.”

“I’ll get you on the first flight back that’s available,” he said without even a second of hesitation. “Tomorrow, though. You need to get some sleep.”

“I know,” I whispered.

“And when you get here, we’re going to have a long, long conversation about why the hell you would go all the way across the country rather than tell me the truth about why you’re going,” he added sternly.

“That’s fair.” I would save my ideas about therapy for when we were face-to-face. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” He said it so effortlessly, considering none of this was his fault.

“Don’t be. This one is fully my problem.” I blew out a long breath. “You know, we could have stayed at Ascend Red forever, and this wouldn’t have happened.”

He made a noise of annoyance. “You were the one who said we couldn’t stay there forever. I would have been perfectly happy to run away from reality.”

“We obviously need to hold each other accountable for our destructive, irrational impulses.” It wasn’t a joke, but I hoped it sounded like one. “And the first thing you need to hold me accountable for is my laziness. I don’t want to sit around your penthouse all day being a kept woman. I’m going to have to get a job.”

“There are plenty of dispensaries,” he unintentionally echoed Sarrah’s earlier suggestion.

“Ooh, or a kink club,” I said playfully. “I hear there are some of those in the city.”

“None I’ve ever been impressed with.”

Light. Fucking. Bulb.

“So, you’re coming home, then?” he went on, leaning on the word “home.”

“I am.” I couldn’t contain my grin. “I’m coming home. And I’m bringing a business proposition.”

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