<b>Chapter </b>307
Rice <b>Joshua </b><b>was </b>into it, Shermaine decided to tough it out and keep the outfit on, letting him have his way for once.
At that, Joshisa’s eyes lit up with amusement. “You’re the best, Sheary.” He kissed her again. “Help me take off my shirt.”
He was roasting hot.
Spermaine reached up to undo his buttons.
When her fingers hit the metal buckle at his waist, she asked, “Want me to undo this too?”
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Secondster, a faint click sounded.
Joshua’s eyes darkened with need, and he all but devoured Shermaine right then and there.
In the heat of the moment, Shermaine kissed his eyelids. “Happy birthday, Joshua.”
“Thanks, Sheary.” He nuzzled her ear. “I love you.”
His monotonous life, once a ck–and–white fairy tale, had burst into color since she came along.
The night had been wild.
Shermaine had totally underestimated Joshua. What she thought was his limit turned out to be nothing.
Dawn was breaking when she finally crashed, too wiped out to move a finger despite her usual energy.
Joshua kissed her shoulder before falling asleep beside her.
She slept till noon.
The most thrilled one in the family to see her sleep in was Owen, already picturing holding <b>a </b>cute grandbaby within a year.
He prepared a big meal for her.
When Shermaine woke, she didn’t head to the bathroom first. She padded barefoot to the study, where Joshua was on a video call.
Seeing her in the cream nightgown she’d changed into at dawn barefoot, he frowned, though his voice was gentle. “What’s up, hon?”
“Give me a pen and scratch paper,” Shermaine replied.
“Sit down. I’ll grab them.”
She plopped into the chair he’d been using.
Earlier in the video call, Joshua had already killed the camera, so the execs on the other end could only ho
But their boss had gone soft, a total 180 from his usual cold, intimidating self.
Joshua handed her a pen and paper. “Got a breakthrough?”
<b>“</b>Yep,” Shermaine replied.
his voice–the screen was pitch ck.
chapter <b>307 </b>
he rumed <b>her </b><b>hair</b><b>, </b><b>thinking</b><b>, </b><b>“</b><b>My </b><b>Sheary </b><b>is </b><b>one </b><b>of </b>a <b>kind</b><b>, </b><b>solving </b><b>world</b>–ss <b>problems </b>after <b>a </b><b>nap</b><b>. Guess </b>I <b>hadn’t </b><b>worn </b><b>her </b>out enough <bst </b><b>night </b><b>if </b>she had brain space to <b>think </b><b>about </b>math <b>in </b><b>her </b>sleep<b>. </b>
<b>Shermaine </b>saw <b>the </b><b>“</b>Meeting in Progress<b>” </b><b>banner</b>. <b>“</b>I’ll move so you can keep the call going<b>.</b><b>” </b>
she <b>held </b>her down. <b>“</b><b>No </b><b>shoes</b>. <b>Stay </b>put.” He told the call, “The meeting’s adjourned. Reconvene <b>at </b><b>10 </b>AM <b>tomorrow </b><b>when </b><b>I’m </b>back in the <b>office</b>.” He
cut <b>the </b>call immediately<b>. </b>
With the meeting done, Shermaine made herself at home in his chair, cross–legged, and started reworking the twin prime conjecture <b>from </b>the <b>ground </b><b>up</b><b>. </b>
Basterel University, Kylie noticed Shermaine hadn’t shown up for ss–not even a trace of her all day. She had <b>a </b>rough idea <b>of </b>what the two had been up tost night.
Getting kicked out of York residence had been mortifying, so she’d taken it out <b>on </b>Sarah when <b>she </b>got back.
# Sarah <b>hadn’t </b>used Shermaine of two–timing Joshua, Kylie never would’ve thought Shermaine was the type to sneak into <b>a </b>hotel with some guy.
Turned out the whole thing was a joke.
The memory sent Kylie’s killer vibe spiking.
But after the York family’s cold shoulderst night, especially Joshua’s, she finally got the memo–they didn’t give a damn about her.
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