A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 59

Winnie

I experience nightmare after nightmare of Dana telling me that I’m not good enough for Jake. I shake and kick in my sleep. My heart is on fire, and muffled words leave my lips until a strong hand jostles me awake, and I blink back to reality.

“Winnie?” It’s Jake, and he is squatting beside me. “Wake up. Breakfast is ready for you.’

“B-breakfast?” My mouth feels dry, and my throat is sore. I think I’ve been talking in my sleep.

“Uh-huh, I made pancakes,” a grin

spreads over Jake’s face. “I feel like a total wildling now. Can you believe it? Pancakes made over an open fire in an old, dusty frying pan.”

“You’re adorable,” I sit up, unable to prevent my lips from curling into a smile. I know Jake loves cooking and baking, but the pride in his eyes for making pancakes outside a kitchen? He is so sweet.

“I would prefer to be called sexy.”

“You’re sexy, too,” I tell him. “And if those pancakes are as good as they smell, I will go down on my knees and suck you. You don’t know how much I love your breakfast pancakes.”

He snorts and shakes his head with an indulgent smile. I love when he gives me that kind of sweet expression. He is undoubtfully proud to provide for me and hurries to fetch me a paper plate.

I only make it out of the tent to sit down on a blanket area that Jake has prepared for us before he returns with my food. ” Here you go. Pancakes with maple syrup and blueberries. Your favorite.”

The stupid, toothy grin that settles over my lips makes Jake snort a laugh. I don’t have to say anything for him to know how much these simple displays of affection mean to me. Still, when he sits beside me, I smile up at him, a little teary-eyed.

“I used to take it for granted, you know? The way you treat me. I guess it’s because you always did, and I’m an asshole.”

Jake shoves a pancake piece into his mouth with a one-time-use fork made of renewable material. “I’ve liked you for a long time,” his smile is infectious. ” That’s why I’ve always gone the extra mile for you, hoping you would notice.”

teammates know that you’re secretly the sweetest guy

and the reddish hue on his skin and downright outraged expression on his face make me fall into

Jake retorts, saying the words as if I’ve offended him. “You’re the only one I treat differently, and on the ice, everyone knows that

pancake, glancing up at

everyone knows sports are replacement wars, just less bloody. Instead of killing each other, we get to fight other states on the ice

like the idea of other players seeing

and I look for scoring chances. Looking intimidating is part of the

shoulder and smile wider. “But underneath your intimidating

at me with his lips blue from the

I love that about you. You take care of me,

spoken, and I

said the L-word twice today,

stare right back at him, feeling vulnerable because it just slipped. The worst part? It felt natural

anything. I don’t know what that means. Despite his fearsome appearance, muscles for days, and fame, my man often becomes shy when complimented or called sweet. I can’t tell

why he is

so I change the subject. “So, kayaking… when was the last time you did that?” My heart is racing, but it helps to force another topic. “My last time was back at summer camp when

with a chuckle. “I do. We won that competition and had the fastest time out of everyone

at him. “You remember the

“We got to eat stakes while everyone else shared a package of hotdogs. Damn, those were

grumpy because you had teamed with me, not with

tension is gone, thank god. We are back to joking around, and we eat our breakfast while Jake tells me how rare it is to make friends with teammates. He calls himself lucky to be playing among old friends, and I smile and

or Mark talk over him. It made it hard

if I called him that often. His ego can’t handle such compliments, and more than often, he blushes when I point out how soft

like it when he does. Seeing him all bashful is precious and makes me wish

my