Intimidating in a quiet way.
But somehow comfortable, too.
Like money wrapped in a weighted blanket.
Three hours.
They’ve been in there three hours.
I’ve texted Adrianna twice.
Me
Ad, everything’s fine. Bella’s killing it. Don’t stress. Just concentrate on growing that sweet baby.
She replied with seventeen heart emojis and a warning not to let Bella drink too much coffee.
I met Balor and Lucy Cruz earlier—owners of this place and powerhouse couple. Apparently, Lucy is an honest to God Volkov.
Yeah, that billionaire dynasty.
And her husband, Balor? He is intense.
Tall. Broad. Mismatched eyes that feel like they’re looking through you instead of at you.
He scared me. Until he turned toward his wife.
The shift was instant.
Soft.
Devoted.
Lucy Cruz is stunning in a way that makes you forget how to form sentences.
But the way he looks at her? Like she hung the moon.
Seeing that did something to me.
Because powerful men softening for the right woman? Apparently, that’s my new kryptonite.
They left about an hour ago.
Now it’s just me. Alone.
Trying very hard not to think about the fact that David is on the other side of the hall.
Creating.
Singing.
Rapping.
Being brilliant.
All things he’s done for years before he knew me.
The door opens, and I straighten.