Accidentally Married To The Billionaire - Part 3 (The Billionaire's Touch) by Sierra Rose

Author:Sierra Rose [Rose, Sierra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Shadows Publishing
Published: 2016-03-22T18:30:00+00:00

“Honey, you don’t owe him anything, and if you really think he played you all this time, I’m for outing him. Expose him on national TV, or international TV if you can! Let everyone know what a dick he is, what a lowdown, greedy, exploitive—”

“You are the worst at insulting people, Britt, do you know that? You’re too sweet. You actually said ‘lowdown greedy…’ and I thought you were going to finish it with cowpoke.”

“I’m glad my anger amuses you. The point is I’d be happy to beat the crap out of that cowpoke if he ever makes it out this way because he obviously doesn’t deserve you. He deserves a bad rash and some diarrhea and a kick in the nuts. Maybe Lena is right about him.”

“Ha! You said nuts.”

“You’re so mature. I can’t imagine why more men don’t propose to you.”

“Men love a good nut joke. They love their junk and any reference to it is assumed to be flattering. Simpletons,” Marj smirked to herself.

“If you have to leave, if you have to hurry up and file for divorce or something, I want you to come out to LA and be with us. We’re here another week at least, between tour dates. Jack’s laying down some tracks in the studio. It’s early days, and I think he’s not through writing the title song yet, but progress is being made, and we’re stationary for at least the next five days. I mean it. Come on out here. The weather’s great.”

“My life is here. And by life, I mean my sham marriage and the place I’m going to start volunteering tomorrow. Because a girl has to do something to keep it together. Listen, thanks for answering the phone. I know I called stupid late, but it means a lot that I can count on you.”

“You’ve got it bad. You’re sappy. You usually just tell me to shut up and quit being such a pussy when I tell you I miss you.”

“I’m off my game tonight. Sorry.”

“Oh my gosh! I’m going to have to rent a car and come to your house. I have never not once heard you apologize to anyone. Not even that time you put habanero pepper juice into Luke’s water bottle—”

“I am still not sorry for that. And no one can prove that I did it.”

“We had security cameras at work.”

“They were tampered with. By bastards who had it in for me. I was framed.”

“By yourself!” Britt laughed, “Now you take care and stop being sentimental or I’m calling 911.”

“Deal. I don’t need the temptation of hot paramedics. I’m supposed to be happily married and fake tanned.”

“Understood. And if he really is playing you, you have to tell me when you get proof because I’d hate to hire my very first hitman on the strength of unsubstantiated hearsay. I need evidence. Something definitive.”

Marj loved how Britt tried to make her laugh.

“You’re not hiring a hitman,” said Marj with a huge chuckle.

“But see! I made you laugh!”

“You sure did.

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