My Accidental Billionaire Husband (Katia and Julian) novel Chapter 188

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1 Sleep Where You Sleep

~Julian-

I could not concentrate.

I had been staring at the same contract clause for forty minutes. The words were there. The meaning was there. My brain had simply decided it had more pressing material to process and was not going to engage with merger documentation until it had finished.

Katia in my bed.

The weight of her. The way she had fitted against me was like she had always been meant to be there. The way she had taken my cock without once asking me to stop and without once pretending it was less than it was. I had held women before — had shared beds before – but there was a difference between sharing a bed and lying next to someone who belonged there.

She belonged there. She was mine.

I had told her as much. I had told her she would be in my bed every night from now on, and she had looked at me with that

and said it would never happen again. expression – the one that was trying to be composed and was not quite managing it

She was wrong.

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I had made a decision. Decisions, once made, were not unmade. Not by me.

Zane walked in at ten.

He looked at the desk – at the contract I had not moved and the coffee I had not touched – and sat down across from me without comment. That was the thing about Zane. He knew when to push and when to simply sit down and open his laptop and get on with it.

We worked.

Through lunch, through the afternoon briefings, through the two calls that could not be rescheduled. I functioned. I answered questions and signed documents and made decisions that needed making. But underneath all of it, running at a frequency below the professional surface, was the awareness of where she was and what she was doing and whether she had eaten and whether her legs still hurt.

At 4 PM I picked up the phone.

I called the security team.

“Kensington,” I said. “Katia. Current location.”

They came back to me in four minutes. She was at the I* Technologies office. Still working. Of course she was still working- she was Katia, and Katia worked the way other people breathed, continuously and without much conscious effort.

“Do not lose her,” I said. “New location, you call me. I want to know where she is at eight.”

I put the phone down.

Zane looked at me from across the desk.

“Do not,” I said.

“I was not going to say anything,” he said.

“Good,” I said.

He looked back at his laptop.

We worked until six. I sent Zane home and sat at my desk for another hour going through correspondence that had been waiting

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Three days and could have waited three more. At seven I went home. I showered. I dressed properly dressed, the kind of dressed that meant I was going somewhere and not simply existing in a house,

My phone rang at eight forsteen

“She just arrived at the Brooklyn penthouse,” my team told me. “Looks like she is in for the night.”

“Thank you,” I said. “You can stand down.”

I drove to Brooklyn.

The doorman knew me. I had made sure of that had introduced myself three weeks ago with the quiet, direct manner that made people understand that access was not a question. He nodded when I walked in and did not pick up the phone to announce

1. me.

The elevator was fast. The corridor was quiet.

I had a key. She did not know I had a key – I had arranged it the same way I had arranged the wardrobe full of clothes in her size, the same way I had arranged the security team, and the same way I arranged most things that mattered to me: quietly, thoroughly, before they were needed.

I let myself in.

The penthouse was the way it always was at this hour – clean, ordered, and the particular quiet of a space that belonged to someone who needed things to be in their place. There were papers on the kitchen table. A cup that had been rinsed and left on the rack. The lights in the living room were on but low.

I looked around

Then I went to the kitchen and made myself coffee.

I stood at her counter and drank it slowly and looked at her city through her windows. Manhattan from Brooklyn – the same city, different angle, the view she had chosen when she came back.

I finished the coffee.

I rinsed the cup and put it on the rack next to hers.

Then I went to the walk–in wardrobe.

I had brought a bag. Not much – enough. A few things that needed to be here now. I moved them into the wardrobe, making

r space the way you made space when you intended to keep coming back, hanging things where they made sense and putting the rest on the shelf.

Then I turned off the light and went to her bedroom.

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