The Billionaire and the Bride: A friends to lovers, retired hockey player, billionaire sports romance (Elite Eagles Legacy Book 1) by VH Nicolson

Author:VH Nicolson [Nicolson, VH]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kristina Fair Publishing Ltd
Published: 2026-03-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Erika

Following our poolside heart-to-heart, Leon made us lunch, and for the last two hours, I’ve sat in his living room writing apology letters. I stick the postage stamp on the last envelope.

“Finished?” Leon asks, walking into his living room holding two glasses of red wine.

I push myself off the floor and let out a sigh of relief. My legs feel dead from sitting on my knees around the low coffee table. “Yeah.”

“Laura will be here in an hour,” Leon informs me.

“Perfect timing.” I lift the pile of letters I’ve written to each wedding guest, asking for forgiveness and informing them that their wedding gifts will be returned.

“You didn’t need to do that, you know?” He points to the envelopes as he takes a seat on one of his larger-than-life curved sectional sofas. His living room is so big, he has two matching cream sofas in the softest leather. They mirror one another, making them look like a complete circle, with a huge circular wooden coffee table at the heart of them. My house is cool, but Leon’s is on a different level altogether.

“I know I didn’t, but it’s made me feel better.” I bang the pile of letters on the coffee table to stack them neatly, then wrap an elastic band around them.

“We can mail them before we fly on Monday,” Leon suggests before taking a sip of his wine.

I take a seat opposite him, and tuck my legs under myself on the comfortable sofa that feels like I’m sitting on a giant marshmallow.

“I want to buy a couple of books at the airport before we go if we have time,” I request. I love my Kindle, but there’s nothing better than reading a physical book. The smell of the print, the texture of the paper. And if it has sprayed edges, then I’m in book heaven.

“Have you seen the bookstores recently? Romance books, fucking spicy ones specifically, are like fucking gremlins; they’re multiplying by the day. There’s no space for the classics anymore.”

Amused, I try to keep the entertainment out of my tone, but I fail. “Heathens, the lot of us.”

“Fucking spicy books,” he mutters.

“Those spicy books are amazing. They have great plots, and there is always a happy ending.” I laugh at the double entendre.

“Happy ending? Are you referring to what I think you are?” Leon sounds exasperated.

“I will never yuck someone’s yum. I like what I like,” I reply confidently.

“You love clit literature way more than the classics, that’s what you’re saying. And I thought you had a brilliant mind. I take it all back.”

On the edge of laughter, I blurt out, “Clit literature?”

“Just telling you how it is.”

“Just so you know,” I begin, “those books are my escape from a job that drains the hope out of me some days. There’s something magical about a good romance: boy meets girl, they fall in love. They allow me to disconnect from the chaos around me. And for the record, they get me off, which is something no man has ever been able to do.

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