Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26739 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Me too, sweetheart. In fact, the day you showed up on my doorstep, I called Adella Rogers and declared her debt paid. I didn’t want to keep you here against your will, and I didn’t want her to force you to do so either. So we’ve been operating in the free and clear for a while now. Both of us,” he emphasizes.
I smile again, hope growing in my chest.
“We’ve loved each other from the beginning?” I ask tremulously.
He dips his head and captures my mouth in a kiss.
“It seems so. Isn’t it funny how a little blackmail turned out?”
I merely laugh this time, so safe and secure in the arms of the man I adore.
“It is,” I concede. “But there’s just one more thing, Adam.”
He looks at me somberly.
“Anything, sweetheart. Ask and I shall provide.”
I smile shyly at him.
“Will you give me a baby? For real this time?”
The touch of his mouth is my answer because the billionaire wants what he wants … and a little blackmail won’t stop him from getting the most precious thing of all: a child made from our love.
Epilogue
Kim
Two years later.
I watch as Adam rocks little Lily to sleep. The sight never becomes old to me as I sit at our kitchen table. My big belly makes standing interesting, but I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.
After all, I’m expecting our second child, and I’m over the moon about the new baby on the way. My life is happier than I ever imagined it could be, and I’m grateful at how it’s turned out.
Two years have flown by since that fateful day when Adam and I declared our love for one another. We found out that I was pregnant shortly after the confrontation with my parents, and it was a difficult decision, but Adam convinced me to finish high school. I graduated just before Lily was born, and am relieved that I’m no longer in class. After all, it would be so difficult to mother a newborn while also studying and taking tests.
Unsurprisingly, Mrs. Rogers didn’t come back to teach History the next school year. Adam swears he had nothing to do with it, but I know my man. He’s a very powerful businessperson with many resources, and he’s able to work behind the scenes to get things done. Plus, he’s never forgiven Adella Rogers for terrorizing me, even if it all turned out well in the end.
The real problem is my family though. I was never able to really get an answer from Kurt about why he threw me under the bus. I understand that he was anxious, depressed, and confused, but is that ever really an answer? Fortunately, after graduation, my brother got a job teaching English overseas, and we don’t see each other much anymore. He sometimes chats on video with his niece, but we never talk much as a brother and sister. When he finally owns up to his betrayal, maybe we’ll have something real to discuss.
But therein lies the rub. Kurt’s “betrayal” led me to this point in my life. It made me realize my feelings for Adam, and acted as a catalyst for our relationship. We declared our love for one another that day, and have been an item ever since. Adam and I don’t talk much with my parents, but they seem to be coming around. They love Facetiming with Lily, and my mom seems really excited with this new pregnancy.
Now I sit in our kitchen, our second baby ready to be delivered any day now as my bulging stomach can attest to. I’m wearing nothing but the tiniest lingerie and a smile.
I thought being pregnant would be a turn off for Adam, but the weight gain is an aphrodisiac for him. He can hardly keep his hands off of me, even more so than before. His obvious delight in the changes my body has undergone helps my confidence by leaps and bounds on the bad days.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, once Lily’s asleep.
I stretch and yawn, and a big breast pops out of the cup of my bra.
“Oops! I’m good,” I say with a teasing smile.
Adam grins as he stalks over to me, as agile as a tiger.
“Good, because I’m good too,” he growls, leaning forward to kneel between my legs. He pushes my knees apart and nods approvingly at the sight.
“Sweetheart, you’re so wet. Even wetter now that you’re in your third trimester.”
“I know,” I reply. “And I need you so bad,” I coo, pulling the fabric at the crotch to the side to show him my pulsing slit. “Put it in?”
Of course, my man doesn’t hesitate, and in a moment, I’m impaled on that huge shaft.
“Oh yes,” I moan with delight, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Mmmm, it feels so good!”