The Billionaire's Sudden Bride novel Chapter 128

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The Billionaire’s Sudden Bride

Chapter 128

“No,” I lied. “I’m just thinking that if even you don’t care about your own health, why should I bother?”

“Who says I don’t care?” Brandon’s eyes were serious. “I’m very invested in my wellbeing.”

“Right,” I scoffed. “That’s why you work until midnight and forget to at lunch half the time.”

He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I have you to remind me now.”

“You came to my study this late. Was there something you wanted to talk about?”

I bit my lip. “Actually, yes. I was thinking we should visit Grandpa George soon? Officially, I mean.”

Brandon’s expression shifted slightly, becoming more guarded. “Any particular reason?”

“He called tonight,” I explained. “He’s worried that Victoria and Alexander’s wedding might upset me. I told him I’m fine, but I think it would mean a lot if we visited. To see that I really am happy now.

A subtle tension tightened Brandon’s jaw. I couldn’t help but smile at his reaction.

“Are you jealous?” I teased, leaning until my forehead rested against his. “Of Alexander?”

“Jealous? What’s that? Has June tried it before?”

“No,” I replied, playfully pinching his cheek. “But I wouldn’t mind if you gave me a taste. If you dare.”

“I’ll have to consider whether you should sample jealousy,” he murmured, capturing my hand. “It might not be to your liking.”

“Try me,” I challenged. “I dare you.”

Outside, waves crashed against the shore. The study was warm, the soft lamp casting a golden glow.

“I want Grandpa to see that I’m happy now,” I said quietly. “With you. He’s family, and we just up and got married without telling anyone. I want to make it official.”

Brandon considered this, his thumb tracing circles on my wrist. “It’s time I met him properly,” he agreed finally. “You pick the day. I’ll clear my schedule.”

Relief and happiness bubbled up inside me. “Really? Thank you!” I leaned in and kissed him, a quick press of lips that turned into something deeper.

The study hurmed with a primal heat, the air thick between us as Brandon’s dark eyes locked onto mine. Papers cluttered his desk, but they might as well have been ash for all the attention we gave them. I stood before him, heart pounding, as his chair creaked under his weight. The lamp’s golden glow bathed us, shrinking the world to this moment, this room.

June,” he murmured, voice a low, filthy promise, his gaze raking over me like he could fuck me with his eyes alone. “Come here.

I stepped closer, trembling with want, and his hands found my hips, pulling me between his spread thighs. “Touch me,” I whispered, voice husky, my fingers already tracing the hard planes of his chest through his shirt, feeling his heartbeat thrum under the expensive fabric.