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Page 112 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession

“You’ve met her?” Ethan asks.

“Yeah, we met a couple of times before I moved back to Ireland to look after Nan. When I returned, Sabrina told me she moved abroad. My goodness, you’re Grant!” I exclaim. “You’re Dalia’s smoking hot artist!”

I never met Grant prior to tonight, but that’s what Dalia called him. She was so smitten with him.

A slow smile spreads on his face. “I’ll take it. See, your girlfriend thinks I’m hot, bro.”

“Of course she does, you’re related to me.”

“You’re so conceited, babe,” I tell Ethan. Grant is attractive, tall and lean, tattooed with longish hair and laughing, gray eyes. But he’s nowhere near Ethan’s blatant sexuality. Although, that might just be my bias. I always thought Ethan was attractive before, but now, he has only to look at me and I get wet, so yeah, I think Ethan’s way hotter.

“But, Ethan, how do you know she’s engaged?” I ask.

“Sabrina told me last week.” Ethan faces his brother. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

Grant shrugs. “It’s public knowledge. It was on the fucking cooking show, and there’s even a dedicated ‘Hanklia’ website,” he finishes in a low voice. It’s apparent he’s hurting.

“Hanklia?” I ask.

“Hank and Dalia,” Grant says, looking like he might throw up.

Oh. That sucks.

“Well, that’s just being smug," Ethan growls. “The guy is a celebrity chef,” Ethan explains, absently rubbing the skin on my belly. “He does reality TV. I believe Dalia made a cameo appearance when he announced their engagement.”

I feel for Grant. “Does she love you back, Grant?”

“I don’t see how if she’s marrying someone else.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure unless you’ve talked to her. From the way she talked about you back then, she seemed like she was really head over heels for you, Grant.”

“I fucked up. Big time,” Grant says softly, rubbing the back of his neck, his head bowed.

“So, Bonnie, you’re a fan of crashing the wedding?” Ethan pulls me so I’m leaning against his chest, continuing to stroke his thumb across my belly.

“I probably wouldn’t even wait until the wedding. I’d squash the engagement now.”

“There's a woman after my heart.” I’m getting distracted by his roving hand. “Baby, do you want to start by hacking the shit out of that gloaty website?”

I laugh. Ethan is actually serious about this! “Oh, my god, you’re so dark and devious, Ethan, I love y—” I freeze. “Ah…I like that about you.” Ethan doesn’t appear to notice my slip-up, as he keeps on stroking my belly.

Grant’s smile is slow and knowing. “Hmm. it doesn’t quite have the same ring to it, does it, brother?”

“Absolutely not.” Ethan gives me a kiss on my neck, then pulls me more flush against his steely hardness as he sucks onmy skin, taking it between his teeth and biting down. I gasp as he licks the sting away. Warmth blooms under my skin, and I struggle to contain my moan. His brother is right there.

But I know the reason for his behavior. Yep, he noticed. So did Grant. Kill me now.

“What do you say, Grant? Time to maybe break into the Parisian market? Think about the millions waiting to be inspired by your interpretation of the Eiffel Tower at sunrise, and breathtaking images of the Seine River at sunset?”

I laugh at the look on Grant’s face. “Babe, I think you had him at Paris.” I know the idea is taking root in his head. Poor Dalia won’t know what hit her. With what I’ve seen of Grant, Dalia’s chef had better have her well and truly locked in.

Grant stretches. “Okay, let me sleep on it. I should turn in and let you guys suck face, or whatever it is you’re going to do once I leave here.”

“We have rooms for that reason, asswipe,” Ethan reminds him.

“Yeah, but you’re not going to make it up there tonight. Bonnie drops the L-bomb, and the caveman comes out. I know these things. It’s the artist, spidey sense.”

“Just fucking leave already.” Ethan points to the door.




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