Billionaire Is Allergic To All Women But Fell For Runaway Bride Hiding In His Bathroom

Novi smiled, warmth flooding her chest. She should leave, go back to her room, let him rest.

But the chair was so comfortable and her eyes were so heavy and she’d had such a long, insane, impossible day.

Just for a minute, she thought. I’ll just close my eyes for a minute. The warmth of sunlight kissing her skin the next morning roused her.

Novi blinked awake slowly, confused about where she was. The ceiling was wrong. The sheets were too soft.

Everything smelled like expensive cologne and sheets. Her eyes flew open. She was in a bed.

Not the armchair. A bed. An enormous, impossibly comfortable bed with charcoal sheets. Zach’s bed.

She was lying in Zach’s bed. She covered with a soft blanket that definitely hadn’t been there when she fell asleep in the chair.

Novi sat up so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets barely disturbed.

A note sat on the pillow. She grabbed it with trembling fingers. Had to leave for work early.

You fell asleep in the chair. You looked uncomfortable. Don’t read too much into this.

Zed. Novi stared at the note. Then at the bed, then back at the note.

He moved me. He picked me up and put me in his bed and covered me with a blanket.

The image hit her like a truck. Zach, half asleep himself, scooping her out of the chair, carrying her to the bed, tucking the blanket around her shoulders, being gentle.

A squeal escaped her throat, high-pitched and utterly undignified. She clamped her hands over her mouth, but it was too late.

The sound echoed in the empty room. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” She flopped back onto the pillows, hugging the blanket to her chest like a teenage girl who’d just been smiled at by her crush.

He carried me. He carried me. Those arms that looked like they could bench press a car actually picked me up.

And she squealled again, muffled this time by the pillow. Don’t read too much into this, the note said.

Too late. She was reading everything into it. Novi sat up again trying to compose herself.

She was a grown woman, a practical woman. She should not be squealing like a school girl because a man put her in a bed.

But then she pictured it again. His strong arms lifting her, his careful hands tucking the blanket, and another squeal threatened to escape.

Maybe, she thought, aka hope blooming in her chest like a flower after rain. Maybe he’s not as cold as he pretends to be.

Maybe there’s something there, something real. She pressed the note to her heart. Maybe I can actually make him like me back.

It was a dangerous thought. A foolish thought. The kind of thought that got hearts broken and dreams shattered.

But as Novie climbed out of Zach’s bed reluctantly because it was so comfortable and it smelled like him.

She couldn’t stop smiling. For the first time in years, the future didn’t feel like a prison sentence.

It felt like a possibility. Y’all, y’all, did you hear what just happened? This man, this cold, emotionally unavailable, I don’t date anyone man carried Novi to his bed and tucked her in.

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Three weeks. That’s how long Novi Palmer had been living in Zachary Brown’s mansion. Three weeks of marble floors and crystal chandeliers.

Three weeks of meals that cost more than her old monthly grocery budget. Three weeks of sleeping in a bed so comfortable it felt like floating on clouds.

And three weeks of Mave trying to make her life a living hell. You missed a spot.