Page 91 of Billionaire Grump

Which means I ovulated a few weeks ago.

A pill wouldn’t work anyway.

I let the tears stream down my face.

They’re not tears of sadness. Or even of fear.

I’m crying because I’m happy.

I want it. And I want him. Of course I do. He’s gorgeous and rough and rock-hard and loyal to the people in his life. He’s grumpy and gruff. And his baby won’t ever have to feel like I’ve felt my whole life.

He’s already proven it.

I’m the guy who stays.

I sit there on my—my—balcony for a while, just crying like an unhinged crazy person. Like a girl who’s fallen in love so hard it hurts, with a guy she’s known for a total of one weekend. Like a hopeful dreamer who wants to move in with him because being with him feels like being wrapped up in a love bubble of orgasms and laughter and sweaty, throbbing, dirty-talking alpha man connective bliss.

Who cares if my family was dysfunctional as fuck. We can do better. We already are.

Come on, Ive. It’s not rocket science. This is a no-brainer. You’re in love with him. Take a chance.

I’m surprised when the door of the apartment opens, banging loudly.

Josh walks in. Followed by a stormy-looking Alexander.

For some reason, it’s jarring seeing the two of them together. My fantasy and my reality, side by side.

I swipe at my tears, trying to look normal and steady, my default mode for whenever my brother is around. “Hi, Josh. How was Florida?”

“It was good, Ive. How was your weekend? Seems like it might have been even more eventful than mine.” He kisses my cheek. “You’ve got a visitor.”

I can’t help it. I’m crying again because my life has just taken a pretty fucking gargantuan shift and all of it makes me happier than I’ve ever, ever been.

It’s scary, the leap I’m about to take. But I want what’s on the other side of it so badly I feel like I’d kill or die for it.

Alexander’s expression is layered. It’s stern, with a lot of crazy volatility going on behind his eyes. It’s concerned because I’m crying. But most of all, it’s relieved.

He’s really, really happy to see me. As happy as I am to see him.

I run and jump into his arms and he envelops me in a bear hug, holding me like I’m the most precious cargo. He wipes my tears. “Why are you crying, Jones?” Then: “Made any major decisions this afternoon without me?”

“Yes.”

The yearning in his eyes and the devastation at the thought of losing something we might not even have is…I don’t know. It’s enough to make me love him in a way that three days shouldn’t really allow. I’m as sure as a person can be sure of anything that this man might just be the love of my life.

Which is a probably a good thing, considering what we might be about to do. “I decided that we’re going to be filling in the blank space if we need to.”

Alexander’s eyes get very blue. His smile is hot and connective and heartbreakingly genuine. He kisses me.

My arms and legs are wrapped around him and we get a little carried away.

Until Josh exhales a laugh. “Um. Excuse me? Could someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?”

Shit. I forgot about Josh.

We break the kiss, both staring over at my brother.

“Ivy’s moving in with me,” Alexander tells him.