Chapter 19 Hearts Are Meant to Be Broken

Luke

I think something’s wrong with me. And that something is a five-foot brunette whose heart belongs to someone else.

Julie’s standing on the deck, wide-eyed and practically glowing as she takes in the view of my yacht. The way her lips are parted, eyes slightly wide, it’s like she’s just seen a unicorn. I can’t help but follow her gaze, half expecting to see something new, something I must’ve missed after all these years of owning the damn thing. But no, it’s still the same sleek, luxurious vessel that’s been my playground for a while now. Maybe she’s seeing it with some kind of magical filter. 

“You really haven’t been on a yacht before?” I ask, leaning against the railing, arms crossed.

She turns. “Do I look like the kind of person who lounges around on yachts?”

“Well, this is New York. Your husband’s a billionaire. Half the billionaires in the city own one of these, and the other half have been on one or two. I’m just surpris