Without Warning: A Billionaire Romance (Playboys of New York Book 5) by JA Low (the best novels to read .TXT) 📕

with Rhys’ ex have finally been resolved. The divorce paperwork has been thrown out due to fraud. His business and finances are safe, and the paperwork explaining the annulment of his marriage to Madlina, aka Madison, came through. Everything from his past has been wiped clean, and we are both looking forward to starting this new year together without a heavy cloud over our heads.

Rhys told me that he offered Madlina, aka Madison, money to go into witness protection and that she took it, but as far as the case is concerned, that’s as much as Rhys is allowed to know. Good riddance, I say.

Still, Rhys is a better person than I am, wanting to help his ex like that after she messed up his life, but if it gives him closure, then I’m all for it.

In regard to his father and brother, yeah, that ship has sailed. Once he paid off his father’s debt and his brother ruined Thanksgiving, he hasn’t spoken to either since. I know it’s been hard for his mom. Rhys has told her that he has no ill will with her wanting to stay in contact with Stanford, but he would like not to be around when she does, and that’s totally understandable.

Things have been going great for my business too. Stella and EJ’s dream ranch has broken ground, and they have already started the building process. Emma and Anderson’s boathouse has been completed. Chloe and Noah’s boathouse has started and will be finished sometime in the new year.

Rhys has shared my information with his network of people, and I’ve been inundated with inquiries as have my amazing sisters all the way in LA.

Camila has bought a new home in the Hollywood Hills, and she wants me to help redesign it for her. So, Blanco Architects has been growing rapidly. I can’t thank my friends and family enough for their support because I wouldn’t be getting the attention I am if it weren’t for them.

“Who wants champagne?” Emma wiggles the bottle in the air.

It’s a crazy full place. We have my friends and their partners, my sisters, Rhys’ sister, Audrey, and Stirling, much to his annoyance, his mother and Patrice, her chef, who nearly fainted when she met my sister at the airport. It was hilarious watching Rhys’ mom and Patrice fawn over Camila. It still blows my mind that my sister is uber-famous and that to some people, she is a star. To me, she’s just my annoying baby sister.

Emma pours glasses for the girls while the stewardess grabs the guys some scotch.

“None for me, thanks.” Lenna waves her hand at Emma.

The plane stills.

You can hear a pin drop.

When Lenna realizes that everyone is looking at her with questioning eyes, she shakes her head. “Fine.” She sighs. “Logan and I are pregnant again.” The plane goes crazy with congratulations. “It’s twins,” she adds at the last moment, and we all scream and holler even louder.

Poor thing—twins.

“How exciting for them.” Rhys nuzzles into me.

“Don’t get any ideas.”

Now his divorce is behind him, he’s been ramping up the happily-ever- after chats. Usually, if a guy talks marriage and family so soon in a relationship, I would be freaking out. Red flags would be flying at full mast, and I would be finding the ‘Exit, stage left!’ as soon as possible. But with Rhys, it feels normal. I would love to have a family with Rhys one day, just not right now. I’ve only just got my business off the ground. Plus, we need to get married, so I’m not seeing kids in our future for another four years or so.

“Why not?” He grins. “You would look cute with a Buddha’s belly.”

I choke on my champagne. “Nope. Not yet,” I tell him.

“So, that’s not a no, then.” He gives me another gorgeous grin, and I can’t help but smile at him.

“Four or five years,” I reply.

“I’ll be an old man by then,” he grumbles.

He will only be thirty-eight or maybe thirty-nine. I would hardly call that old.

“Stop it.” I playfully hit his arm. “My parents are traditional. They would be mortified if I had a baby out of wedlock.” Plus, he still needs to meet them. I mean, it wouldn’t be a great first impression if I call my parents and say ‘hey, meet my baby daddy, Rhys.’ The Spanish catholic in them would be running straight to confession.

“So, all your saying is we need to be married before having kids?”

Hang on! I look into his blue eyes that are dancing with mischief.

“Don’t think I’m going to do an Emma and Anderson and accidentally marry you drunk in Vegas.”

He shrugs. “Sounds like fun to me. Plus, it looks like it’s worked out well for them.” He glances over to where Emma is sitting on Anderson’s lap, having an intense conversation in between kissing him.

Yeah, it did work out well for them.

“I don’t want a Vegas wedding,” I grumble.

“Fine. I promise… no Vegas wedding.” He takes a long sip of his scotch. “But you’re not opposed to marrying me?”

“Of course not.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I say, “There’s no one else in this world I would rather hang out with than you.”

“So, you’re saying you would marry me because I annoy you the least out of everyone in the world?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

A wide smile breaks out across his face. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” He chuckles before giving me a heated kiss.

I love that things are so easy and light with him. And it’s the truth, I do love hanging out with him. He’s my best friend as well as my partner, and you can’t ask for more than that in a man.

It takes us a while to fly down to the Caribbean. We land at the international airport, which is on the main island, and then we’re transferred to a gorgeous multi-million-dollar speedboat that takes us over to the private island, which houses the luxury home we have for the next week.

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