His Ex-Wife Called Me His Mistress—But I Married A Billionaire Chapter 13
The Ultimate Fan Service
With all the crazy drama settled, my schedule opens up until next month’s movie shoot.
My manager, Sarah, clears her throat nervously during our meeting. “Um… your husband kind of bought out the entire agency’s holiday schedule.”
I turn around to find Alec holding two first-class tickets to the private island where we spent our honeymoon.
I pinch his waist playfully. “Are you five? Aren’t you worried my fans will call you a needy husband abusing your power?”
Alec pulls out his phone, proudly showing me a group chat with my top fan clubs.
He promised them daily vacation photos of me, live Q&A sessions, and signed merch giveaways throughout our trip.
“It’s called fan service, babe,” he says, grinning like a proud golden retriever.
I roll my eyes, utterly helpless against his charm. “Fine. You win.”
That night on the island, under the warm ocean breeze, Alec presses me into the pillows, his hands tracing down my waist.
“Wait… not there…” I gasp, pushing against his chest.
He pulls his classic puppy-dog eyes, his lips brushing the curve of my neck.
“Wife… as your Number One fan, don’t I deserve my own exclusive fan service?”
I moan softly, lost under his deep kisses. “That’s not… how that works…”
“Stop…”
(The End)