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what you like. I'll
call you when breakfast is ready.” He takes a step forward and
kisses me on the forehead before retreating to the kitchen.
    I sigh as I watch
him walk away. He's so perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. I feel
like I've said that word inside my mind a million times, but it's all
I think of when I look at him.
    For the briefest of
moments, I consider following him to the kitchen. I like to watch him
cook, and I want to spend more time with him. Yet the thought of
looking around is a bit more appealing. You can learn a lot about a
person by the things in their house. And I definitely want to know
more about him.
    I wander around
aimlessly, checking out the expensive leather and mahogany furniture
and admiring the art on the walls. He seems to have a thing for
pictures of flowers, which shouldn't be so surprising, considering
how romantic he is. The general color scheme for the house is mostly
white with a hint of brown. It's contemporary and clean looking.
    I walk into the
sitting room and find a shelf with pictures on it. It's the first
sign of anything personal in the entire house. I stroll up to it with
a smile on my face, expecting to see his family. I can't help but
wonder if they're all as attractive as he is.
    The
first picture I come across is one of Tristan with a red-headed
woman. She's smiling brightly and has her arms draped around his
neck. At first glance, I imagine she's probably a cousin or maybe his
sister. But then as I go down the line, I see other pictures of her.
Pictures of them holding hands. Pictures taken in a photo studio.
Pictures of them sitting together on a sofa and him slipping a ring
onto her finger. There are so many pictures of her. In fact, every
picture on the shelf is of either her or the two of them together. It
doesn't take long for everything to click into place. The son of a
bitch is married.

Between Two Billionaires

    Part Two

    Table of Contents

    Chapter
1

    Chapter
2

    Chapter
3

    Chapter
4

    Chapter
5

CHAPTER ONE

    My fingers tremble
as I reach up to take one of the pictures off the shelf. The one I
want depicts Tristan down on one knee, sliding an engagement ring on
the red-headed girl's finger. There's a Christmas tree in the
background and wrapping paper all around them. It looks like it was a
magical time for them.
    This woman. I've
betrayed her, and I don't even know who she is. My heart aches from
that realization. I never meant to do this. I never mean any of it.
    “ Good
morning, beautiful,” a man's voice says behind me. Not
Tristan's voice.
    I'm so startled that
I drop the picture. The frame hits the tile floor and the glass
protecting the photo shatters. I cringe. Tristan is going to be
pissed. Pissed that I broke one of his matching picture frames.
Pissed that I discovered his secret.
    “ I'm
sorry,” the voice says.
    I'm on my knees,
trying to pick up the pieces of the frame, hoping I can hide it long
enough to get the hell out of this house. I turn my face towards the
person who was speaking to me. My eyes land on a wall of lean hard
muscle, an unfamiliar man wearing only a pair of black boxer shorts.
He's tall and handsome, with mussy hair that's almost black and eyes
just as dark. He kneels beside me to help pick up the pieces of the
broken frame, and I find myself staring at him. Who is this guy?
    “ I
didn't mean to startle you.” He takes the frame from my hand
and sighs at it. “This is the last one. We'll probably have to
replace the whole set now.” He slides it back up onto the shelf
by the rest of the pictures.
    I stand and give him
a curious look, completely confused. “I'm sorry, but who are
you?”
    He huffs
incredulously, “I guess Bonehead didn't tell you about me.”
    I wrap my arms
around myself protectively, trying to keep in all the horrible
emotion raging through me. This is not the best time for me to be
meeting someone new.
    “ I'm
Shawn, Tristan's brother. I'm guessing he also didn't bother to tell
you that I live