Hot and Unprotected – Billionaire Bad Boy Romance Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Billionaire Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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But there was no tomorrow. The next morning when Gary woke up, he groaned, sitting up, clutching his head like it was pounding.

“What’s that smell?” were his first words, his voice hoarse and raspy.

“What smell?” I asked innocently, blinking my eyes like a doe. I was already up and awake, dressed in a silk robe sitting at the small table in our suite, eating room service. “Maybe my eggs and bacon?” I asked, forking another bite into my mouth, savoring the mouth-watering Canadian ham. Our parents had gone all out, treating us to the honeymoon suite and I was enjoying the entire package.

But Gary groaned again, shaking his head, lifting the collar of his dress shirt to his nose for a sniff.

“No, that other smell,” he croaked again, eyes bleary. “It’s pungent but aromatic, really, really …” and his eyes widened suddenly.

“What is it?” I asked again innocently, biting into another forkful of egg. Mmm, this omelet was done just right, fluffy with a bit of cilantro for spice.

“Fuck, Laurie,” he growled, his eyes growing dark with rage. “Did you? Did you really …?”

But I wasn’t done playing with him yet.

“Did I what?” I asked, finally putting my fork down. “What did you want to ask me, honey?” I said sweetly.

Gary jumped to his feet, his massive form shaking with rage, his face going beet red then deep purple, eyes bugging out.

“Did you come on my face last night?” he bellowed, heaving for air as he tried to get the words out. “Did you fucking orgasm on my face while I was asleep?”

I nodded sweetly again, not at all intimidated.

“Yes, Gary. And it was wonderful. You were passed out so I figured I’d help myself to the goods,” I cooed. “I came not once, not twice, but three times, all without your help,” I added helpfully. “Your snoring is really arousing, by the way. The vibrations feel amazing on my clit.”

My new husband lost it then.

“You fucking fucked my face while I was passed out?” he screeched, jumping up and down like a monkey. “Do you realize how wrong that is? We were saving it for marriage, we were supposed to take each other’s virginities, it was supposed to be a special time and you’ve fucking ruined it!” he screamed. “You whore, you slut! You’ve ruined it.”

But I just smiled. I swear, Gary was so handsome but juvenile sometimes. He should have thanked me for using him as my fuckdoll, how many guys ever got the opportunity? But I couldn’t get a word in because my new husband really flew off the handle then.

“I wish I’d never married you!” he screamed, yanking his wedding ring off and throwing it into the far reaches of the room, the metal band disappearing under some furniture. I sighed and rolled my eyes. At the time, I thought this was over-the-top dramatic given that we’d just lovingly exchanged vows not twenty-four hours ago in front of dozens of friends and family. But Gary couldn’t be stopped, he was serious.

“You better not be here after I get out of the shower,” he ground out, his face mottled, spittle flying from his lips. “Get the fuck out,” he raged before stomping into the en suite.

I just shrugged, not taking him seriously. I figured a hot shower would calm him down, help take the edge off the hangover, but that was my mistake because my new husband was actually dead serious. When Gary came out of the bathroom and saw me sitting there still, calmly finishing my breakfast, he stomped over to the closet and began throwing random things into a suitcase.

“What are you doing?” I asked, eyebrows raised. As a newlywed of twenty-four hours, I never expected what happened next, not in a million years.

“I’m leaving,” he stated coldly, not even looking at me. And I shrugged, not too worried. We’d had fights before and I figured Gary just needed to cool down, we were meeting some family for a post-wedding brunch in a few hours, surely he’d put on a smile and act like a happy groom even if he was still seething inside.

But no, Gary actually checked out of the hotel and disappeared. Just like that, he became an invisible man nowhere to be found, ignoring all my texts, my pleading voicemails, my desperate attempts to reach him. And I was really embarrassed.

“Where is he?” whispered my mom during the brunch. We were supposed to be celebrating our nuptials, but one half of the happy couple was nowhere to be found. “Your husband was drunk last night but still, honey, he should be here,” she said reprovingly.

“I know Ma,” I replied, whispering out of the side of my mouth. “But Gary stormed out this morning, raging mad, and I haven’t seen him since.”

Linda paused.

“But what did you fight about?” she asked, her eyes confused. “You were literally just married yesterday, this makes no sense.”


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