Free Billionaire on Board by Dasha G. Logan

Frederick later, he has the data…"
    I closed the door and went back to bed. If he had to work that was his problem. I was so tired my had was spinning. 
    I wriggled around a bit, shook my pillow, struggled the cover into position and closed my eyes. Soon my thoughts became random and disconnected. And then, then, in the most beautiful of moments, when I was just about to really fall asleep, I turned around and rolled into the wet patch. 
    One forgets about these things, you know.
     

Eleven
     
    I woke to the singing of a particularly tenacious bird right outside my bedroom window. Ryan was not there.
    I grabbed for my phone to check the time.
     It could not have been later than 9 am. I had set my alarm.
     
    Black. The screen was black.
    I vehemently pushed all available buttons but nothing happened.  Then it dawned on me. Ryan had eloped with my charger and I had been too sexed up to remember my own need for battery life.
    What time was it then? 
    I wrestled my aching bones into an upright position and tumbled through the corridor into the kitchen. There was a clock on the oven. 
    11.30
    "Oh no…" 
    The wedding was set for 2 pm, but I had a lot of styling to do and then there was getting to the church, and getting there early enough as well.
    I waddled into the living room where I found my hot date fast asleep on the couch, clutching his phone - which was connected to the plug with my charger - to his chest.
    I tiptoed back into the kitchen to make myself some coffee and took two cups from the cupboard. I felt rather lenient after a night of extremely satisfactory sex.
     
    I opened the fridge to get some milk and caught a glimpse of its contents.
    I did not believe what I saw!
     
    I had not paid any attention to the stuff Ryan had bought at the supermarket, because I had been too occupied trying not to fall head over heels in love with him. He had filled his cart and I had clenched my fists, pretending to be completely at ease and to find nothing wrong with the situation. 
     
    Eggs. 
    Bacon. 
    There was even a pack of toast. Why anybody put toast into the fridge was beyond me, but that was not the point.
    As the attentive reader will remember, I am a cornflakes girl. I never eat bacon and eggs at home because I am far too lazy to clean up the mess. 
    Ryan had already known he was going to spend the night when we had been at the supermarket!
    Bastard! 
    I fetched a pan and set it onto the hotplate. 
     
    "Good morning!" I barked and Ryan opened his eyes. 
    He blinked twice and found me looming over him. His face turned cheeky. "Who are you?"
    "Here." I shoved a cup and a plate into his face. "Your premeditated breakfast. Actually, I think people mean something else when they say they can sleep on the couch."
    He took cup and plate from me and showed no sign of guilt. "Can I keep you?" 
    "You can call your driver and tell him to pick you up. We have to be at the church in two hours and I have a lot of beautifying to do."
    "I think you look amazing. Aren't you having breakfast with me?"
    I felt shockingly warm.
    "No, I'll have a banana later, there are still a dozen of them waiting to be eaten."
    He winked. "You're free to have mine."
    I stuck my tongue out. "You're so witty."
    He prodded me with his knee. "Don't we have time for an early morning shag?"
    "It's 11.45!"
    "You know, you haven't fellated me yet."
    "Yes, I have."
    "No, not properly, not all the way to the end."
    "Yeah, well, I'm sure we'll get to that, just not now . I really don't want to be late to the bloody wedding."
    "Oh come on, these things never start on time." 
    "Ha, Mister!" I threw up an arm. "I think you're underestimating your current whereabouts!" I pointed my index finger theatrically at the ground. "THIS IS—"
    "Sparta?"
     
    I sat down on the carpet, puffing and blowing
    "Germany!" I gurgled. "This is Germany! Everything's always on time!"
     
    He was picked up by his driver twenty minutes later and left me, after a session