Page 61 of She Was Mine First


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I cocked my head to the side. “What’s gotten into you?”

He grinned, eyeing me up and down. “If you keep making noises like that, I’ll happily show you.”

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing.

“There’s my girl. I missed you.”

“I guess I kind of missed you,” I taunted.

He laughed, throwing his head back. His laughter was always so contagious. Making my way back into the kitchen, I was about to open the fridge when he grabbed my waist from behind and tugged me into his rock-hard chest.

“Ethan, I’m all sweaty.”

He murmured into my neck, “I like you all sweaty,” before he kissed it and let me go. “I just wanted a hug.”

I giggled. “I’m going to go shower.”

“Do you need any help in there too?”

“Oh, look at you,” I jokingly mocked. “You’re just trying to be so helpful this morning.”

“What can I say? I’m a gentleman.”

“Oh yeah? Mr. Forbes Most Eligible Bachelor. I think they use the term ‘play billionaire’ in reference to you.”

“I’ve been called worse, but they have to sell magazines, don’t they?”

“And as we all know.” I gestured to him. “Your face always sells. I can’t go into the grocery store without seeing a tabloid with you and some model of the week on it.”

He shamelessly shrugged. “They’re not always models. Besides, most of that is bullshit lies.”

“Oh, so you weren’t just in Bali with Varissa Gilati? Isn’t she the top-grossing model this year?”

He ignored my question. “It was a work trip.”

“On a private yacht with a supermodel?”

“It’s not very private if you know about it.”

“Is it serious?”

“Livvy, is it ever serious with anyone?”

“One day, you’re going to be serious about someone.”

“I don’t have time for any of that.”

“I guess that’s what happens when your app goes public, Mr. Billionaire. I still can’t believeTheEthan Carter is in my apartment.”

“Don’t let the tabloid bullshit get to you. I’m still the same man I always was.”

“I know, I’m just teasing you. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t give you shit for how the world loves you.”

“I don’t need the world to love.”

“But they do even though your personality doesn’t exactly speak highly for itself. Especially in the media’s eyes.”

“Well, that’s not my fucking problem. I have no interest in performing for the public like I need my dick stroked. I’m just a businessman, Livvy. I make money, and that’s all anyone needs to know.”

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