Page 9 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

I smile as I enter the kitchen, feeling fantastic, knowing that because he grounds me and completes me, I could pull it off and give him what he wanted. Opening the refrigerator for a water bottle, I hesitate when I see all the wine.

We should celebrate that performance!

I walk back to the front door to ask him if he would like a glass of wine.

The view is to die for. He is facing the pasture standing in the entryway, leaning against the post. The towel is draped around his neck over his shoulders.

His jeans are hanging on the railing to dry.

The rain has stopped, and there is only a slight drizzle.

The heel of his foot rests against his shin, causing his cute ass to cock to the side.

It looks spank-able, but I'm not going there ever again. I'll settle for squeezable, I grin.

He looks down as he says, "Moore here." Then listens to whomever.

"That's right.... It was…. No, I'm glad he told you.

He's the pitchman in our partnership. What do you think?

" He frowns, listening, then chuckles. "I knew when I heard the first time.

" He smiles, looking up. "I'm glad you agree.

Do you think my idea is a viable venture?

" He frowns again and listens attentively.

"This will not affect that contract." He drops his face and looks at the ground.

"Yes, I agree.... I had no idea how special.

" He chuckles, grinning. The crinkles are in the corner of his eyes.

He is so fucking cute standing there naked, discussing business. The naked businessman. Sounds like a concept for Reality TV, Naked Negotiations. I grin at the thought. I might be on to something! Aurei's grin turns into his beautiful smile, and my heart melts.

"If they agree, start immediately with the legal formalities and move forward with the production too.

I'll take care of this end." His face looks radiant, then he laughs out loud and looks up.

"Maybe so, but I am also an excellent negotiator…

. I look forward to working with you as well.

" Lightning strikes in the distance, and his halo flashes.

"Yes, Karma, I'm starting to believe in it.

... Moore, out here." He ends the call, and in the distance, the thunder rumbles.

His focus remains on the conversation, and he is lost in thought.

His eyes squint slightly at the wet grounds then he stifles a yawn.

He hasn't slept in over 24 hours. Poor Sugar Bare needs a nap!

When the next yawn hits him, he stretches his arms up over his head and enjoys it thoroughly, arching his back and pushing up on his toes.

He doesn't notice me when I step beside him, so I bump him with my butt.

When he drops down off his toes, one arm drapes around my shoulders, and he looks down at me.

His happiness shines on my face, and I grin up at him, then I stare straight ahead and tell him, "Her. "

"Pardon me?" His brow furrows, totally confused by my unexpected comment.

"Her. Karma is female."

I see his eyebrows raise out of the corner of my eye. "Are you sure about that?"

"Absofuckinglutely," I tell him confidently as I look out at the wetness with him, then I ask, "Would you like to share a nice, relaxing glass of wine with me?"

"That sounds good."

I twirl around and tell him as we head back inside together. "I'll bring it to the bedroom. You're tired. Go lay down and rest."

When he turns toward the Master's Suite, his phone dings, and I watch his cute naked ass twitching side to side as he walks down the hall, texting someone.

Maybe it's Steve again about the wedding. I smirk, remembering another text from him last night on the way back to the hotel as I search for wine glasses and a corkscrew.

We were thinking a simple ceremony at your farm if that's ok.?

I typed for Aurei while he drove.

Of course. When?

Gaby's not telling her parents until after the deed is done, so I gotta move quick before she changes her mind.

Gaby took Steve's phone:

I'm not changing my mind! I'm not the one who couldn't decide!

Steve took it back:

I knew she was the one. Tell her.

Me for Aurei:

He knew.

Gaby:

You bros stick together, I swear!

You know my parents don't like him, and I don't want to deal with all their drama, so the sooner, the better.

Steve:

They like Steve fine. They don't like that Gaby loves Steve.

Aurei and I exchanged a look, and we cracked up at their discussion. Aurei explains, "They argue all the time."

Gaby:

They don't like that Steve broke Gaby's heart, and Gaby couldn't get over him. Anyway....

Neither of us wants to deal with all their drama.

Steve:

I'm gonna be a man and stand up to them for her, but not until after we tie the knot.

Gaby:

Def not until after.

Me for Aurei:

When?

Gaby:

Oh! LOL! Wednesday. I'm off.

Me for Aurei:

Which Wednesday?

Gaby:

This Wednesday.

Aurei and I exchanged another look. I confirm which Wednesday with him. "Does she mean this Wednesday? Like in a week?"

"Affirmative."

"Can we make it back in time?"

"Affirmative. We can leave Sunday."

Gaby:

I know it's really short notice, but can you make it?

Me for Aurei:

Not a problem, Gaby Girl.

Gaby:

Love ya, Aurei! And thank you! Gaby Gone Girl!

And Gaby signed off.

Me for Aurei:

Bachelor party Tuesday.

Steve:

Yes. But Gaby wants a joint one.

Me for Aurei:

Not a good idea, Bro!

Gaby again:

I'm not letting him play around anymore! He's mine! Ask Seary, oops, I mean Siri, if she will dance for us. She's the only one I trust. I KNOW she is untouchable!

We both laughed again at the phone, and I told Aurei. "I'm down with it if you are?" I saw the hesitation in his eyes. "I'll put Gaby center stage for Steve to lust after. Trust me. I got this. It's a routine Fucking Fantasy."

His eyes softened. "I do trust you. Just keep your dance rated R for my local bro's."

Me for Aurei:

She says yes.

Gaby:

Fantastic! Here's SteveO again.

I grin, thinking about the capital O she typed. Clever nickname. Steve gives her BIG orgasms. I knew I liked Gaby. I have to get my ass out in the courtyard tomorrow and dancercise! It's been entirely too fucking long!

I find an electric wine bottle opener. Perfect!

When I open the refrigerator, I call to Aurei.

"Do you want white or red?" He doesn't answer.

"I vote white." I stick my head inside to choose one.

There are a lot of different kinds. While I like wine, I'm not a connoisseur.

Examining the different labels, I see Sauvignon Blanc, Riesling, GewürztraminerI, Friulano, Ribolla Gialla, Verduzzo, Friuli, Trentino and Alto Adige.

Riesling. I reach inside and pick the Riesling.

I know it is sweet. I set it on the counter, open it, and then pour two glasses.

I hope they realize a joint prenup party means both female and male strippers.

I should text Cat to schedule some girls and touch base with the Chippendales for me and see who's up for it.

I will have to call in some favors at this short notice to get a good lineup.

I cork the bottle with a stopper and return it to the refrigerator, then head down the hall, thinking about the logistics nightmare of schedules, commitments, flying commercial, hotel accommodations, etc.

As I push open the door to the Bear Cave, I have an epiphany.

It would be much easier to fly the whole Alabama crew to Vegas instead.

Gaby and Steve could get married in one of the wedding chapels after the party and return home 48 hours later as Man and Wife. Problem solved!

When I enter the bedroom, I'm excited to share my idea with Aurei, but the sight I see is one of the sweetest I've ever seen.

The curtains of the bed are pushed back, tied to the corner posts, and there in the middle of the bed lays my Golden God with his hair sticking out in all directions from the towel tousling, laying spread eagle, and snoring softly using his Titty Bare for a pillow.

"Poor pooped Sugar Bare!" I set the wine glasses down on a table and walk to the bed to admire him—his phone, lying in his open hand, dings and lights up with a text. I quickly grab it to turn the sound off and see that the text is from Paul. It reads.

NP bro.

Knowing I shouldn't, but knowing I will anyway, I scroll to read the text messages between them.

Aurei:

Thanks for the update. Sedating Steve is a good idea. Will fly to Alabama on Sunday. Talk Monday.

Paul:

Steve is one nervous Cat. Maybe we should consider sedating him.

Paul again:

Ruth is out of rehab. She's a lesbian! She apologized for using you as cover all these years and was just really angry Siri fucked that up. She knew if it got out, her parents would disown her.

Damn, Holy Rollers! Can't be gay in LA.

She's living with a girlfriend named Rachael. Said it was the best thing to ever happen to her.

Aurei:

Bro, update.

I chuckle at his clear, concise communication.

I take his phone back to the table with the wine glasses, set the phone down, and drink my wine, mulling over the news.

Hmm. Ruth's real issue was trying to hide being gay?

Damn, am I losing my touch? I should have picked up on that.

Well, I was territorially jealous! It makes sense she would stalk the one guy who she knew she would never land, though. Mr. Untouchable.

The sweet liquid lights a small fire in my gut, and I begin to relax and unwind.

I smirk again at his nickname. If ever two souls were destined for each other, it is us.

If Ruth has moved in with her lesbian lover, then she'll be fine.

The truth will set her free, and love does heal a multitude of sins.

This is good news—one less thing to worry about.