Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Freddie had been with me since I began my app. There wasn’t much I kept from him. He knew my situation with Livvy, and I appreciated his sentiment, making sure I was doing the right thing.
Still locking eyes with Livvy through the mirror, I had no problem confirming…
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Livvy
Early the following morning, it was our third day into our weeklong wedding celebration, and I found myself walking into Beau’s suite before they left to go golfing again. After they returned yesterday, I didn’t get a moment alone with him, and by the time I did, it was late into the night, and I didn’t want to bring it up anymore.
I should have, though. I barely slept, tossing and turning most of the night, thinking about all the questions that plagued me. As soon as I walked into his west wing suite, Beau was walking out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. His sculpted physique was messing with my head, and I had to shake off the desire to have sex with him instead.
“You’re up early,” he announced, kissing me.
I smiled, peering up at him. He was so tall, almost the same height as Ethan who was six-foot-three. However, Beau’s appearance was totally opposite from Ethan’s. He had blond hair, green eyes, and kind of resembled a version of the Ken doll. He was definitely a pretty boy as opposed to Ethan, who looked more rugged. They were both devastatingly handsome, and women constantly stared at them everywhere we went.
“I wanted to catch you before you left,” I expressed. “Once you return, you know we won’t have a second alone together.”
He smacked my ass, causing me to yelp. “I like where this is going.” In one swift movement, he wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me over to the bed. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“Beau, this isn’t—”
Throwing me onto the bed, he laid perfectly on top of me as he held himself up by his arms on the sides of my head, caging me in.
“Well.” He kissed my neck. “Allow me to change your mind.”
“I’m being serious. We need to talk.”
“We can still talk.” He nuzzled his way down my chest. “I’m listening to every word you say.”
I grabbed his chin to look at me. “I can’t focus when you’re doing that.”
He chuckled, vibrating my entire core.
“Then all the more reason for me to keep going.”
“Please…”
“Alright.” He paused, giving me his attention. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing’s wrong.”
“I just want to talk about some things, that’s all.”
“What things?”
“Okay…” Inhaling a deep breath, I questioned, “Beau, are we moving into one of your parents’ estates?”
“Not unless you don’t want to.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“What are you expecting me to say?”
“I’m not sure.” I shrugged. “Why didn’t you tell me that was a possibility to begin with?”
“It has no relevancy to us now.”
“We’re getting married in four days. Isn’t this something we should have talked about before?”
“We’re talking about it right now.”
“Only because I brought it up.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Did my mother say something to you to bring this on?”
“No,” I firmly stated. “My mother did. She’s expecting us to move into your family’s Charleston property.”
“I’m not seeing the issue. Don’t you want to be closer to your parents? Ethan?”
“I do, but I also have a very important job to think about. You’re talking about uprooting my entire life.”
“Sweetheart, you could open your own law practice. You don’t need to work for anyone else.”
My eyes widened. “Sounds like you’ve already given this some thought?”
“Not any more than you have.” He sat back on his legs. “I just assumed you’d love nothing more than to move back to your childhood state. Other than your job, what else is keeping you in California?”
“I’m not saying you’re wrong. I just don’t like to be blindsided by my mom of all people. If the roles were reversed, I’m almost positive you wouldn’t appreciate it either.”
By the serious expression on his face, he was considering it. “You’re right. I wouldn’t.”
“Okay… so what is this that I’m hearing you’re basically trying to knock me up on our honeymoon?”
“I’m not going to pretend I’m not excited to have a family with you.”
“Don’t you think we need to talk about that first?”
“I imagine we would after we were married.”
“Again,” I stressed. “Isn’t that something we should discuss before we walk down the aisle? Because I’d like to be married for a little bit before we go down that road.”
“Elizabeth, we’ve been on and off for the past ten years. How much more time do you need?”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing?”
“Sweetheart.” He lovingly smiled at me. “Why don’t you just get off the pill, and we leave it up to fate to see what happens?”
“Getting off the pill is not fate, Beau. That’s preparing.”