Chapter 369 Billionaire's Lies

It was between breakfast and "please-don't-let-this-be-a-dream" when Damian entered the suite's kitchen in nothing but a robe—bare chest still warm from their rumpus night. Eliana sat cross-legged on the marble counter, wearing nothing but his white button-down shirt, loose and scandalously delectable. She held a cup of espresso like it held the meaning of life.
Damian stopped. "You see, when I imagined married life, it was like that."
Eliana tilted her head, lips compressing into a smile. "Me with a cup of coffee and not even noticing you?"