I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224 Battery–operated Boyfriend

“I trust him.” I took Ashton’s hand in mine. “He’s my husband.”

Daniel looked like he wanted to argue, but I didn’t give him the opportunity. “It doesn’t matter what you meant to do. It doesn’t matter if you’ve already done it. Im not interested in hearing the rest. You lied. Repeatedly. That’s enough. You’re not staying. You’re not my friend. That part’s over.”

I turned without waiting for a reaction.

“Priva!” I called out. “Get his termination sorted. Now.“1

“So that’s it?” Daniel stood where he was. “I tried explaining everything, but you never believed me in the first place. You called me your friend, but you never meant it!”

He stepped forward, only two feet, but too close.

Ashton shoved him back. “Whatever you were after, stay the hell away from her. Don’t come near either of us again.”

Then he turned, still holding on to me. “Let’s go home.

I nodded.

Behind us, Daniel shouted, “Mirabelle, just because I lied a little, you’re throwing me out? I didn’t do anything wrong!”

I didn’t look back.

***

I showed up at the studio around eleven, dragging myself up the stairs with one hand pressed against my

lower back.

My legs felt like rubber, and I was still sore in places I wasn’t going to name.

Last night, I’d told Ashton I was heading to Yvaine’s for the evening, said she needed help with something

and it couldn’t wait.

Of course, Ashton didn’t buy a word of it.

The man made me call her on speaker.

Yvaine tried to play along but made a mess of it.

Ashton listened to about three sentences before he hung up the call.

He turned off the lights, stripped, climbed into bed, and used his fingers and tongue until I was pushed to the edge.

Right at the moment when I was about to climax, the bastard rolled off me and told me I looked exhausted, so he’d let me rest.

Then he pretended to close his eyes and sleep.

Two seconds later, I was straddling him and begging.

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And he still said no with a straight face, like some smug infuriating monk.

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In the heat of the moment, I said some things I now deeply regretted, such as revisiting my battery- operated boyfriend.

That set him off, and he pushed me until I screamed into the mattress and cursed him every way I knew.

That only made him go harder.

And longer.

I passed out around four.

I hadn’t planned to come in today, but with Daniel gone. I figured Priya couldn’t handle everything by herself.

As soon as Ashton left the house, I hauled myself into a gab and came straight here.

Priya popped out from behind the counter.

She dropped her voice. “Dan came in early.”

I stopped. “What?”

Dan, as in Daniel, as in the guy I fired yesterday?

Priya said, “Earlier than me. He said something about the site needing a back–end patch only he can do.” She looked conflicted. “Then he pulled the contract and told me we can’t terminate without cause.”

My face fell.

After everything that had happened, he still had the nerve to show up here and act like it was business as

usual?

Footsteps pounded down the stairs.

Daniel appeared with an amnesiac grin.

“Morning!” he chirped.

I didn’t smile, “What the hell do you think you’re doing

He walked right up to me. “I’m not quitting. You’re swamped. It’ll take you ages to find a replacement. Why not keep the guy who already knows how everything works?”

I crossed my arms. “That’s not your problem.”

He gave me this pathetic, kicked–puppy look, mouth turned down, eyes all wide.

“Come on, Mira. We were friends. You really want to pretend none of that meant anything?”

I sighed. “I did consider you a friend. Until you lied. I don’t want you here anymore.”

“I didn’t lie,” he insisted. “You just never asked about my family, and it never came up. I explained everything last night. I didn’t do anything to hurt you.”

“You’re Rhys Granger’s brother. That’s enough. Just seeing your face makes my skin crawl.”

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“I’m not exactly on his side. I’d love to see him buried in debt and living under a bridge. Enemy of your enemy and all that. Shouldn’t that make me your favorite person?

I stared at him.

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