One Weekend with the Billionaire novel Chapter 60

I hear Braxton’s alarm go off and a flood of memories from the night before come back to me. It’s odd to think about waking up here, in the bedroom of his apartment, when I should be at home, in my old apartment, with Jeff.

I glance at the clock and note that Braxton gets up earlier than Jeff, even though his apartment is much closer to work. I think about how I would still be sleeping for a few more minutes if I were lying next to my husband instead of this man who loves me. I think about how he would swat at his alarm and then roll on top of me. Braxton will not do that, but if he did, it would be welcome because it wouldn’t just be him laying on top of me until he got his fill.

I do not expect for Braxton to make love to me before he goes to work, though. I expect him to get up and get ready for his day, kiss me goodbye, and tell me he’ll be home at 6:00, or something like that. Instead, when I roll over to look at him, his head is propped on one arm and he is staring down at me.

"Good morning," Braxton says in a husky, sleepy voice.

"Good morning." I can’t help but smile at him. Everything about him makes me happy. Everything except for the fact that he is not my husband. I wonder if he will ever be. I hope that he will be.

"How did you sleep?" he asks me.

I ponder the question for a moment. He is the only one that has ever asked me this so it seems like a foreign question. "Great," I finally say. It’s true. I did sleep extremely well, which is surprising. I expected to toss and turn last night, second guessing my choices. Not just my decision to walk out on Jeff but my decision to marry him in the first place.

"Wonderful," Braxton says with a smile. He brushes a lock of hair away from my cheek, his fingertips grazing my skin and getting my thoughts off track. "What would you like to do today?" he asks me.

I am puzzled by the question. "Don’t you have to go to work?" I ask, sitting up slightly, the sheet that is wrapped around me coming up, too. I see Braxton’s eyes drop to my chest, and he looks a little disappointed that my breasts are still covered.

"I can take the day off," he says with a shrug.

"I don’t want you to have to do that." I suddenly feel bad for coming here. I don’t want to distract him from his work.