My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

'Is she throwing up because of my kiss?' Alistair thought.

His heart raced as he recalled how much wine she had downed. With a mix of concern and regret, he crouched beside her and gently patted her back.

Even someone like him could find himself in these awkward situations-comforting Audrey, offering her water, until she finally started to calm down. What a wild night!

The following morning, warm sunlight streamed through the curtains, nudging Audrey awake. She squinted, hummed a little, and then reached for what she thought was her pillow, preparing to get up.

'Wait, why is my 'pillow' so hard today?' she thought in a daze. As she slowly opened her eyes, she was surprised to find Alistair watching her, propped up on one elbow.

The air felt thick, almost frozen in that moment. In an instant, Audrey shot up, her eyes wide. 'Oh no! What happened last night?' she couldn't help but wonder.

Besides the pounding headache, everything felt okay, but she remembered the stories about what usually followed a night of crazy sex, and-Wait! why am I wearing a bathrobe?' she wondered.

the robe wrapped around her and looked up at Alistair, feeling utterly confused. "How the heck did you end up in my bed?" To think she thought she was hugging a pillow, but it turned out to

room. Heat rushed to her cheeks as snippets of last night flooded back-her pleading for a hug, kissing him, and then throwing up all over him before sobbing and cuddling him to sleep. 'Oh my god! Talk about

mustered up the courage to say, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for any of that to happen. I swear I'll never drink

softly, clearly not too bothered, and looking much brighter than she

bit. Thinking he had stepped

miss. It reflected Alistair's incredible physique-his lean, chiselled chest, those rock-hard abs, and that perfect V-shaped silhouette.

every night." Violet's words popped back into Audrey's mind, making her cheeks turn red. She pulled her head back under the covers,

was sneaky about stealing glances, but Alistair caught every little

time, enjoying how her face turned brighter and brighter until she finally shrank back like a scared animal. The

tiptoed back to her room, her cheeks still flushed. After washing up and changing into her clothes, she finally emerged after what felt like

semi-open kitchen, making breakfast like the perfect husband. Audrey couldn't help but think to herself how virtuous he

just as she started to slip away, Alistair called