The Billionaire's Daring Kitten

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tness coating my tongue, and felt a pang of satisfaction. Nothing like a cup of coffee after a long day at the

led out my phone and scrolled through

ed absente

g, debating if I really wanted to ruin this blissfu

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oice came through, clipped and im

ng my voice as sweet as the latte in my hand. "I was

m busy. Can we

rushed, defensive even. "Busy with what? It's a Wednesday mo

on of a second too long. "Work

atte. "Work stuff. Sounds... mysterious. Are yo

never did. "Ruby, I don't

ood wife. Isn't that what you wanted? Someone to check in

ack of his neck, like he always did when he was caught off guard. "I'm no

ister. "Because you're always so fine, aren't you? E

rply. "What's the p

ies. For a moment, I wondered what it must feel like to have that kind of ease, that kind of co

"Maybe I just wanted to hear yo

spoke, his tone was filled with something I couldn't quit

red, go buy another dress or take one of your yoga classes or whateve

The great advice from my loving husband. Spend more money,

t my words,

I shot back. "Or do you only reserve you

s on his end-papers shuffling, the hum of a televisio

. "Are you alone?" I asked casuall

too quickly. "Why wo

o reason. You just sound... different. Distracted. Ner

't start,"

innocently. "I'm just

of a man who had run out of

t back. "Not until you

voice rising. "Why do you always have

ause you make it so easy, darling. I mean, listen to y

" he growled. "Th

y you treat me like some inconvenient houseplant you

uld hear his shallow breathing, the faint rustle of movement, a

doned my latte and r

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ythmically on the steering wheel, not with anger, but with anticipation. Whatever I had heard over the phone, I wanted to see

hoes thundered against the stone pathway as I walked to

the phone became clearer as I neared the bedroom. I paused at the door, my h

no

ulia, my supposedly best friend. Her long hair spilled over the pillows as she gasped his name, her nails clawing at his

I wa

tner in life, betraying me in the most cliché way imaginable. But instead of pain

as my

hey were so consumed by each other that they didn't even notice me. How ironic.

er had much stamina. When they finally collapsed into the shee

ng to cover herself with the sheet. I smile

to the room as if I belonged there. "I just t

" he s

missively. "I've seen enough. In fact, I'm impressed. You a

ale and horrified. "I-I can explain

e, don't apologize. Yo

ied again, sitting up

right now. In fact, you don't get to do

d at me in

ght?" I offered. "We can talk this out like

playing at?" G

again. "Oh, you'll see. Be ready by seven, G