Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“I don’t want to. I’m going to.” He thrusts up hard, hitting the perfect spot inside of me. I feel him start to come, and he takes me right along with him. I cry out his name as the pleasure shoots through my body before exploding. I ride the wave, soaking in every second of it. I’ve never even come close to experiencing anything of this magnitude.
Carr wraps his arms around me, keeping his cock inside. I bury my face in his neck. I’m not sure how long we’re like that before he lifts me to my feet. I stand there and let him wash every inch of me. When he’s done, I do the same to him.
“What are you thinking?” he asks when he is towel-drying me off.
“That this is—”
“Whatever we want it to be.” He lifts my hand and kisses the ring he put on it days ago.
“We’re really engaged?”
“You’ll get used to it.” He smirks. “Not that you’ll be my fiancée long. It’s already been too long.”
“It’s been five minutes!” I laugh.
“Not to me.” His eyes go soft.
"From the moment you placed it on my finger, you meant it?"
“I did.”
“It doesn’t scare you? How fast we are going?” It’s not that I have doubts about the way we feel for one another. It’s just that I’ve never done this relationship thing before. I’m already in so deep with him.
"No, but if it concerns you, consider it from this perspective. Our relationship has seen more than some couples do in a year.”
He’s not wrong there. We have been living together since day one, and we have taken care of a baby together. One that I very much think of as my own.
“I’m not worried,” I tell him. Not about the two of us. I still do worry about Violet.
I know how the system can be when it comes to these kinds of things. I’ve been in and out of it a few times. It was never long, but my mother had a few rough years. Okay, a lot of rough years, but they were always trying to shuffle me back into her home even when it was clear she wasn’t in a place to have me.
I grew attached to a few of the homes I’d been in. Attached might not be the right word, but they were lovely families and gave me a glimpse of what a real one was. Not the hot mess my mother often was. She pulled it together eventually, but it was a little too late, and a lot of the damage was done. The second I could leave for college, I did, and our communication is bare minimum.
“Good, because when we get back to the States, all bets are off.” He wraps a robe around me.
“And when is that?”
“We’ll leave tomorrow, first thing.”
“What about the Yamamoto deal?” I still feel like shit about that. I wish there was some way to fix it.
“It’s a business deal.” He shrugs it off. “All that matters is that I have my family.” Carr places his hand on my stomach. “I’ll need to work less anyway. Two babies can be a lot.”
“Carr,” I whisper his name.
“What? Now that I’ve been inside you, there is no way I’ll be able to stay out.” He lifts a brow. “Do you want me to wear protection?” I shake my head no. “That’s what I thought.” A smile spreads across his face. “See, I can already read your mind. We’re like an old married couple.”
I can’t help but smile at that because I picture it in my mind. I envision him and me, along with all our children, growing old together in the future. It sounds perfect… But if I know anything, it’s that nothing ever really is.
Chapter Nineteen
CARR
The flight back to the U.S. is uneventful, but we have a surprise, and not a good one, waiting for us at home.
“The mother is here,” Errol whispers as we walk in the door.
I slide a protective arm around Addison and tighten my fist around Violet’s carrier. “You mean Megan?”
“Yes, yes.” He wrings his hands. “She showed up two days ago and demanded the baby. I said you were gone, but she wouldn’t leave. She threatened to call the FBI and report a kidnapping.”
Errol is on the verge of tears. I give him a short nod of encouragement. “I’ll take care of it. Addie, why don’t you take Violet up to the nursery? Errol, call my lawyer.”
I knock once before throwing the door to the guest room open.
Megan scrambles off the bed, spilling the glass of wine she’d been sipping while scrolling on her phone. “Shit. Look what you made me do.”
We both watch as the red wine spreads across the cream-colored satin coverlet. “I’ll put the cleaning bill on your tab.”
“The fuck you will. This is your fault.” She lifts her chin and brushes her hair over her shoulder. “Where’s my baby? I want her back.”