Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 105

James gripped the edge of the sink, his breath coming in ragged bursts. In the mirror, his eyes were rimmed red and his jaw was clenched tight.

On the counter, a pink toothbrush and a cute cat-ear headband sat side by side. The whole place was filled with her scent—light and sweet—wrapping around him, impossible to escape.

With a frustrated sigh, he twisted the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, again and again. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wash away the images in his mind—her smiling face, her dazzlingly pale skin. They just wouldn’t leave.

Heat prickled up from every inch of his body, threatening to burn away what little self-control he had left. He didn’t get it. He’d always kept his distance from women, even felt disgusted by them sometimes. So why did she get under his skin so easily? Why was he so hypersensitive—painfully so—when it came to her?

Finally, he yanked open the frosted glass door and stepped into the shower. Ice-cold water crashed down, barely managing to calm the fire raging inside him.

The sound of water echoed through the tiny apartment, loud and clear.

Out in the living room, Emmy stood frozen, disbelief written all over her face.

Seriously… was this guy some kind of human-sized teddy bear or what?

After what felt like forever, the shower stopped and the bathroom door slid open.

James walked out with nothing but a pink towel—definitely hers—wrapped around his waist. His chest was bare, water droplets gliding over his tanned skin, tracing every sharp line of his abs as they disappeared into the towel. His hair was dripping wet, but his face was cool and casual, like nothing had happened.

“It got a little hot, so I took a shower,” he said, pausing before adding, “Hope you don’t mind?”

Emmy’s eyes flicked to his abs before she quickly looked away, cheeks burning. She shook her head fast, trying to play it cool.

Just as he was about to head out, she remembered something and called after him. “Wait!”

She hurried into the bedroom and came back holding a paper shopping bag.

“I noticed you wear T-shirts a lot,” she said, not quite meeting his gaze as she handed him the bag. “So… I picked up a couple outfits for you.”

James’s eyes lingered on the flush creeping up her ear, then dropped to the bag. He stood there in silence for a moment before finally taking it from her. Their fingers brushed, and the touch was so warm it made both of them stiffen.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice deep and rough. But inside, it felt like something had slammed into his heart, sending wild waves through his chest.

The next day, Emmy reached out to Ivy, the woman who’d looked after her since she was a kid.

That afternoon, Ivy arrived, bringing her mom Teresa along.

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