The Billionaire’s Secret Obsession (Grace and Owen) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

My husband had a fear of germs. He never let me kiss him. Later, I found out it was because his sister was the only person he wanted to kiss.

He only slept with me during my ovulation window. Just so I could give birth to a Morgan heir.

As I looked up at the man moving above me, I couldn't help but lean in, trying to kiss him. But he shoved me away.

"I told you, I have mysophobia." His voice was cold.

I nodded and didn't push it.

But the next night, I saw his sister kiss him right on the lips. And he didn't pull away.

She grabbed his belt, smirking. "Do you have to think of me to even get it up?"

"Yes," he answered.

That was the moment I made up my mind. With tears pouring down my face, I decided to divorce him.

***

May 6. Grace Spencer's ovulation day.

Owen Morgan flew back from New York just for this.

The bedroom that night was hot, practically burning.

Grace's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy as she looked up at him. His skin was pale, his features sharp, and his arched brows tinted red with arousal. He was almost too beautiful to look at.

Grace couldn't stop herself. She leaned up, wanting to kiss him. But the second Grace moved, his brows furrowed, and he pulled away.

"I told you. I'm a germaphobe."

His words were like ice water, pouring over whatever warmth she had felt inside. She blinked the hurt out of her eyes and backed off. "I got it."

The bedside lamp cast a warm glow, outlining our tangled silhouettes. The low, rough groans in the air made it clear he'd just finished.

Owen pulled out and rolled away, tossing a pillow beside Grace. She was still catching her breath as she grabbed it and propped up her hips.

She had to hold that position for thirty minutes every time. It was supposed to be the "'optimal angle for conception."

Steam filled the bathroom.

By the time Grace finally lowered her aching legs, Owen walked out. He wore a robe. His damp hair was tousled. Droplets slid down his neck, tracing the muscles beneath.

He stripped off the robe quickly, put on a button-up, and flatly said, "Hannah's coming back tomorrow. You're going with me to the airport."

As he buttoned his shirt, his vibe shifted back, cool, restrained, like always.

With broad shoulders and long legs, he could wear anything and still look like a model. And with that face, it wasn't fair.

Grace turned away, murmuring, "Okay."

He replied with a distracted voice and walked out the door.

They never shared a bed, except for the seven days of her ovulation. That's the only time they had sex, strictly on schedule, always in the same position, no exceptions. It was all just for one thing. Producing an heir for the Thompsons and Morgans.

Owen was the kind of man who needed everything scheduled, at the right time, place, and number of times.

During ovulation week, they had sex for seven days in a row, always in the same position, like clockwork.

Any other time? They barely acted like a couple at all.

Grace stared at Owen's back. She wanted to stop him, say anything, but just as she opened her mouth, he walked out the door.

Her lips closed silently, a dull emptiness settling in her chest.

She knew exactly how Owen saw their marriage. It was just a business deal, a partnership without love.

He didn't know she had fallen for him when they first met.

Owen said flatly back then, "This matchmaking thing is just for our families' interests. I'm in love with someone else, so I can't give you anything emotionally. If that's a problem, we don't have to go further."

But Grace had been so young. Naive. She thought he could learn to love her back if she loved him enough.

So she married him. Willingly. Hopefully.

Two years had passed, and he was still the same cold wall she couldn't break through.

The next morning, Grace got up early to make breakfast. Owen had just come back from a two-week business trip. She thought she would appreciate a home-cooked meal after a bit of distance.

She brought the food out and set it carefully on the table. Owen gave it a passing glance and sat down to eat.

Grace smiled at him. "How is it? You like it?"

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