Undeniably Unexpected (Boston's Irresistible Billionaires, #6)

by J. Saman

“Who are you?” Alden asks with an edge, obviously not liking our proximity or Loomis’s hand on me. Not that he has a right. Not anymore. Loomis smirks and shifts in closer beside me, his hand roving possessively around to my hip so he can pull me against him. “I’m her new boyfriend.”

“Do me a favor? Look out my window and tell me what the sidewalk looks like?” Her lips tilt down as she crosses my room and splits the blinds so she can peek down four stories. “Oh, girl. What in the Fritz have you gone and done?”

Our history isn’t who we are, it’s who we were. It’s one facet that tells our story, and most of us use it as a steppingstone and learning curve on our way.”

“Keegan Fritz, I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everything about you does it for me. Look into my eyes and dare to call me a liar.”

“Fuck it.” “Fuck it?” I squeak hastily. “What does that mean?” “It means I’m going to kiss you so good we’ll both forget all the reasons why this is a bad idea.”

“The real leader is lurking in the shadows over there with his mate. Probably named Reginald. He’s got a monocle and a tuxedo and everything.”

And you know Tinsley will be all over that.” “She’s read them. All my girls have.” Now he laughs. “And Tinsley didn’t tell me?! I tell her everything. Even how I’m bloody well falling for you.” My pulse quickens. “What?”

“Somewhere along the way, I stopped acting. And I’m rather afraid I’ve… that is, I think I’ve fallen in love with you.” My jaw drops. “You think?”

“Yeah, it’s a lot more than think. I’m in love with you. With all of you. Every piece I find is more perfect than the last.” He

“But I guess what I’m trying to rather inarticulately say is that I don't want this to be fake anymore. I want it to be real. I want us to be real. I want you to be mine because I’m already yours.” The words hit me with a physical force. My breath catches,

“I love you, Keegan Fritz.” His thumb grazes my bottom lip. “Quite desperately, actually. No thinking about it.”

“No. She used the full word, but I have small ears here, and I won’t be that father. Like mine was. You should have heard my mouth as a lad. Worse than a pub during a Liverpool-Manchester match.”