Hate the Player: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy(111)

My eyes still on the group chat, I read the rest of the exchanges.



Damien: What the hell?



Blake: Are you fucking with me right now?



Samantha: I swear to God, you better be lying. If you’re not, tell Birdie she has a lot of explaining to do when you guys get back.



Candy: You two are a real pain in my ass, you know that?



Amy: Andrew Watson, I swear to God, you better be joking.



Liza: Oh, for fuck’s sake.



Neil: Seriously?????



And lastly, Andrew’s next two responses to the shocked messages.



Nope. And we’re going full-on progressive with this. I need you guys to start working on a few things ASAP. 1. Put the LA house up for sale and start searching for a nice place in Nashville. 2. Sell all my sports cars and buy us a minivan. 3. And start the paperwork to get my last name changed to Harris.



Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll get to work on getting Birdie knocked up with my babies so we have something to fill our new minivan with. ;)



A shocked laugh leaves my lips, and I lift my eyes to meet Andrew’s amused gaze.

“Minivans and living in Nashville and being the Harrises? Looks like you’ve got our whole future planned out, huh?” I ask, a teasing tone in my voice.

“Sweetheart, when it comes to you, our future is crystal-fucking-clear.”

“How about you nix the whole Andrew Harris thing, and you and I just stick with our current names?”

He lifts a playful brow. “And the rest?”

“Minivans are a hard no.” He frowns. “But babies sound pretty good,” I add softly. The warmth in his eyes is enough to confirm once again that Belinda Carlisle knew what she was talking about. Heaven really is a place on earth.

“Looks you better start getting naked, Andy. We have a lot of work to do.”

His responding expression is downright salacious and tells me all I need to know.

Yes, please.

My husband might be crazy.

But for today and tomorrow and the rest of forever, he is all mine.

Thank everything for that.





THE END