Page 94 of Billionaire Grump
Since I arrived in Tahiti, I’ve only posted a couple of times. Just random, off-hand photos that aren’t really staged at all. I look sort of ridiculously happy and relaxed in them. Suntanned with beachy hair.
They’ve had more likes by far than any of my other posts. And the news is out. A few photos of me sitting on Alexander’s lap while kissing him at the Hamptons wedding surfaced on the internet. And one of me singing. Crazily, my follower numbers have almost doubled in the last month.
Alexander talked me into taking some time off from social media, only supporting the clients I actually want to support and taking a step back from the rest.
And so I have.
It’s amazingly freeing, to not feel chained to it.
We video called Roxie Tucker the day before we left for Tahiti. She seems like the nicest person in the world and definitely has an impressive track record. She said she already has interest from the same record label that her brothers’ band is signed with.
The offer she mentioned was…insanely generous. Alexander had already had his lawyers check all the details of the contract and I ended up signing that same day. She’s going to come to New York once we get back from our trip and we’ll start to make a plan to record my next album, which I’m putting the finishing touches on with the guitar Alexander bought me—which he made sure was on his private jet that we took to Tahiti.
A warm hand wraps around my hair, pulling it gently but firmly until my face is lifted to his. He kisses me. “You didn’t watch the end without me, did you?”
I smile at his concern about it. “Of course not.”
He’s not wearing a stitch of clothing, his cock half hard again and still slick from our lovemaking.
He’s very close to the edge of the deck, the blue of the shimmery, sunlit water reflecting across his big, buff body.
And I can’t resist. I use my foot to gently push him off-balance.
He falls in.
It’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen and I laugh like I haven’t laughed in a long, long time.
He climbs up the ladder, not looking grumpy at all but so hot and playfully stern I fall even more in love with him. I get up out of my chair, ready to run. “Don’t throw me in.”
“As if I would touch the mother of my child with anything other than worship, Jones. I have no intention of doing anything to you except showering you with lust, love and gifts.”
At that very moment, a wave a nausea rolls through my stomach and I groan a little, bending over.
“Ivy?” Alexander’s there, his arm steadying me. “What’s wrong?”
“I think it’s probably time to take the test I brought with me.” He knows I have it. We just haven’t been in a rush because we both sort of already know what the outcome will be. We’re too content in our bubble of hoping that we don’t want to rush through it.
“Let me help you. Sit here for a minute.”
He helps me back to the chair.
The concern in his blue eyes as he smooths my hair is…heartbreaking—in a way that not only breaks my heart but repairs it, fixing all the broken pieces of me with its magnitude and its realness. No one has ever looked at me the way Alexander looks at me. Like he’d die if anything ever happened to me. “I’m okay,” I tell him.
“I’ll get you some water.” He wraps a towel around his waist and goes inside.
“It’s going away.”
He comes back and sets the glass of water on the table next to me. In his hand he’s holding a small box. But it’s not a pregnancy test. It’s light blue.
Alexander gets down on one knee.
Oh my god.
His hair is still wet and his deeply-tanned skin glistens with little water diamonds. He’s quite simply the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Before you take the test, there’s something I need to ask you.”
“There is?” I whisper.