The Birthday Deadline (Billionaire Brides) by Ella Cari Read Free Book Online Page B

return for his aid with my flower shop. I couldn't wait for the day when it returned to what I remember in the days of my parents' ownership. Lines of people inspecting the hundreds of flowers, sweet fragrances filling the entirety of the pastel walls.
    I would finally be able to move out of my apartment with Trisha. Or would I be moving in with my husband? I suppose that was the only true option, if we were to really sell this fake relationship.
    "Sebastian...." I said slowly, trying to carefully piece together my words, "After the wedding..."
    "Don't worry." He responded quickly, eyes staying on the road as he patted my leg, "We won't do anything you're not ready for."
    For a second I just stared at him in shock, before laughter began to bubble up inside of me, shaking through my entire frame. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment of relaxation that such giggling filled me with.
    Though it was silly, it boosted my ego to know that Sebastian had thought of such a thing already.
    "No, no. I mean, I'm going to my apartment now, but after the wedding...?" I didn't want to invite myself to live with him, but I needed to know where I was going to be residing. He wouldn't think I was too forward for thinking about that, would he?
    "Your roommate has already been contacted." He said, "After the wedding...after tomorrow, I will take you home with me."
    His gaze stayed trained on the dark roads, though I was fairly sure that it was only because he was afraid to see my expression and not because of night driving safety.
    It was strange that he had done all of that without speaking to me, but I couldn't bring myself to be angry or distraught. Our wedding was happening, like it or not, and Trisha did need to be informed.
    "Thank you." I finally said, after mulling it over for a moment or two.
    I turned back to look out the window, recognizing the streets that we rolled past. We were approaching my home now. It was only a matter of minutes before I would be back in my bed, for the last time, I suppose.
    "Are you ready to get married, Sebastian?" I asked, before I'd even realized that the words had left my lips.
    For several minutes, the man was dead silent. I kept my gaze pointedly out the window, watching as my apartment building approached and the car came to a lazy stop.
    As the quiet continued, I hesitantly turned to look at my husband to be, startled to find him staring at me intensely. In the dark, his eyes glittered green. If we had children, I could only hope that they inherited his beautiful gaze.
    I swallowed sharply, shaking my head to clear the thought. Really, I knew this man for two days and I was already thinking of our children. Then again, I was also preparing to greet him at the altar on our wedding day. I suppose our future children weren't as out of the focus as I would have liked to have thought.
    A giggle almost fluttered through my lips as I imagined our strange, forced future, but the seriousness on my fiancé’s face quieted me.
    "Truthfully, I'm not sure." He replied, eyes staying on mine. He didn't shy from his words, he didn't try to sugarcoat them. I was grateful for his honesty. After all, I agreed wholeheartedly.
    "But, it's what we need to do?" I whispered, softly placing a hand on his shoulder.
    He nodded, turning slightly so he rested his cheek against my hand, soft stubble of a beard rubbing against my flesh. I turned my hand to cup his cheek, slight smile parting my lips.
    "Goodnight, Delilah." He said quietly, turning his face to press his lips against my palm.
    My heart fluttered, pulse quickening as a tremor rolled down my back. For a moment, I leaned closer, our lips only a few inches apart.
    "Goodnight, Sebastian." I whispered back.
    Our eyes stayed locked on one another, the sweetness of his breath ghosting across my lips, though his face stayed firmly away from mine.
    Then, as my heart pounded, I crawled out of the car, closing the door. Through the tinted glass, I could still see his eyes. I