Heart of the Billionaire (Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire 7)

“It was nice to meet him too. I said my goodbyes last night. I hope he can find his fake wife.”

“Me too. So you were watching TV?”

“Yeah.”

I cocked my head to the side with a knowing grin, not at all fooled by his casual stance and dismissal. “I was actually just about to watch a little television—”

“And I was actually just about to get some breakfast.” He pulled me to my feet and kissed the tip of my nose. “Care to join me?”

“Sure.” I dropped my robe and stood before him, completely naked. “Let me just get dressed first.”

His mouth opened as he looked me up and down. A second later, he shook his head and pushed me down onto the mattress. “Breakfast is overrated.”

I fended him off with both hands, shrieking with giggles until he finally relented and I was able to get to my feet. “Actually, I’m starving. Someone kept me up burning lots of calories late last night.”

“And who was this scoundrel, milady?” James asked, his face darkening with false rage.

I refused to answer and simply slipped into a sundress.

As the two of us headed down the hall, he valiantly declared, “I’ll kick his ass!”

A deep voice echoed between us, “Not talking about me, I hope.”

The two of us whirled around, shocked to find the owner of that vaguely familiar voice standing there, with his hands deep in his pockets and a nervous look on his face, like that of a comedian whose set had failed to entertain. “Hey, James, Della,” Robert said, shifting uneasily on his feet, more self-conscious than I’d ever seen him. “I heard I missed a luau.”

James clenched his jaw, trying very hard to keep himself in check. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Granny invited me, said it’s urgent.” Robert shifted again, then bowed his head in preemptive defeat. “I was already on my way anyway.”

“Whatever for?”

“I need to talk to you, James. I couldn’t find you in London, and you wouldn’t pick up your damn phone.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Only a billionaire would think to hop on a plane when he can’t get hold of someone by phone.

“Well, now that you found me,” James said, lifting his chin in defiance, “what the hell do you want?”

A tense silence rang out between them, and it might have gone on forever if Robert wasn’t brave enough to end it with five simple words: “I gave up the company.”

Oh my gosh!

Just like that, the ball bounced back to the other side of the court, but James was too shocked to register it. He just stared at his brother like he was a stranger, like he’d never seen him before, like there had to be some kind of mistake. “You what?!” he finally said, his accent stronger than ever before, to the point where he sounded almost identical to his twin. “I-I don’t understand.”

Robert called in a woman. It was the blonde I saw him screwing on top of his desk that fateful day. She walked in and smiled, and it was then that I noticed she was pregnant.

“This is my lovely wife, Harmony.”

My eyes widened in disbelief. “Wife?”

“Yes. You heart right. We eloped the other night in Vegas. She’s five months pregnant.”

James’s jaw dropped. “You got married?”

“I beat you to the punch! But kind of had too,” he joked, pointing to her round belly. “But no, really, I wanted to. I’m in love and we’re having twins.”

We just all stared at him in shock.

What the fuck?