A Billionaire BWWM Romance 7: The Honeymoon by J A Fielding, Bwwm Romance Dot Com Read Free Book Online Page A

him would
have made him forget that he was pissed with her in the first place
and he needed to drive the point home.
    “I didn’t do it on purpose,” she said before taking
some more water. “I didn’t want to have to go to the
bathroom in the wedding gown. Do you have any idea how hectic that
is?” she asked.
    He smiled and then just as quickly the smile appeared, it
disappeared.
    “That’s a not a good enough reason,” he said. “You
could have had some later…” he started before Julie
pulled herself up and kissed him, silencing him. She looked into his
eyes when she pulled away.
    “Relax. I’m fine. I just needed a drink and I got it. I’m
okay,” she said in an attempt to get him to calm down. Though
she had to admit, seeing him this worried about her made her feel all
warm and fuzzy inside. She looked into his eyes and then kissed him
again.
    “Don’t do that…don’t take things for granted
like that,” he said.
    She smiled and nodded.
    “I promise I won’t. Right now, I just want to get some
food in me and then I will be strong enough to take up whatever the
hell you have planned for me,” she said.
    He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t think we…”
he started before she kissed him again. “Fine,” he said
and pulled away. She smiled as he got up and pulled the trolley
closer to her. “Let’s see what we have here” he
said as he lifted the cover.
    “Ooh…juice. Give it here,” Julie said. She was
desperate for some cold drinks. He handed her a glass of fresh orange
juice and just as quickly as she had taken the water, she drank the
entire glass before handing it back.
    “Whoa… Are you going to have any room for the eggs,
bacon or brioche?” he asked as he lifted one tray to show her.
    She smiled and then laughed.
    “Clearly, you are not as hungry as I am,” she said as she
carefully balanced the tray on her thighs. “Oh my God…the
brioche is fried,” she said as she took a generous bite of the
brioche. “This is what heaven tastes like,” she said in a
dramatic voice. Steven smiled and shook his head. She turned to look
at him and raised her brioche at him. “To our first fight as a
married couple,” she said.
    “People do that? Is that like an American thing?” he
frowned.
    She rolled her eyes.
    “Would you just lift your pastry and hit it against mine?
Buzzkill,” she said. He smiled and did as she asked before he
took a bite of his own brioche.
    “You can be a really bad bully sometimes, you know that?”
    She looked at him and shrugged.
    “But you like it. You married that bully, remember?”
    Steven smiled and nodded.
    “Yes, I did. I married that bully,” he said.
    She laughed.
    “So, are you going to tell me what you had planned for today or
are we still doing the whole secret honeymoon thing?” she
asked.
    “All I am going to say is dress down. You know, some banging
around clothes,” he said.
    “What is that even supposed to mean? Banging around clothes?
Are we going to have sex behind some cliff or something?” she
asked.
    He couldn’t help but notice how wide eyed she had become at the
prospect of some public sex.
    “ Damn it. I said one coffee one tea,” he thoughtas he took a sip of his coffee. “Not that kind of banging…I
mean dress down. Some jeans and sneakers rather than a dress,”
he said.
    She smiled and took a sip of her own coffee.
    “You could have just said that,” she said as she
took another bite of her brioche.
    He smiled and turned his attention to the TV.
    “Yeah, I could have just said that,” he said. She looked
at him and smiled. “So, there is something I wanted to ask
you,” he started sounding more serious.
    “Well, too late. Saying ‘I do’ was the answer to
what you wanted to ask,” she joked. He smiled and picked up a
strip of bacon. “Okay, fine. What is it, husband?” she
asked in a Stepford Wife voice.
    “I know that usually, your hair gets all tangled after sex and
considering last night was