His body covered mine, pressing me into the pillows and Pandora.
I could feel him jerk and twitch inside me. So thick and full. I clenched around him.
He exhaled.
“Forever,” he breathed.
If he wasn’t careful, I’d begin to believe in forever again.
Chapter 13
Asher
I could feel her questions. So I fed her a little quicker, trying to keep her mouth full. Raspberry-stuffed croissants were crumbly, but another favourite of hers. She rolled her eyes as she chewed.
It was done.
The new will was signed and notarised. The original was kept safe with several copies made and sent to the appropriate bodies. Gabriel was cut off. He couldn’t harm anyone to get hold of my wealth—I’d made sure of that.
My suspicions had always been there and time had only proved that the boy was a monster.
I let Sayla take a sip of her tea.
One. Two. She sighed and took a third sip.
“So good.”
Her lower lip shone from the tea. Those damn lips—
“Focus, Daddy,” she said and opened her mouth.
I smiled and popped the last bite of her croissant into her mouth.
Everything on her plate was finished. We’d worked up quite the appetite after last night.
“You know that I’m not on the pill, right?” she asked, lifting her teacup.
It was my fault for oversharing in the throes of trying to knock her up.
“I’m aware of that fact,” I said carefully before lifting my avocado-laden toast.
“Hm,” she hummed. Another sip of tea.“And you’re aware that you put buckets of your come inside me last night and again this morning.”
I choked on the toast.
The teacup came down and she began to thump my back. A little too vigorously if you asked me.
“Not a condom in sight,” she said before she began to slap the back of my neck.
How was she so strong?
I managed to grab her flailing hands while I swallowed.
“I might give birth to my husband’s sibling,” she said and tried to take a swipe at me again.“They’ll call me the whore of Babylon.”
The words landed differently than she intended. Said in her dry, deadpan way—weapons she wielded against herself before anyone else could. I’d heard her do it before. The self-deprecation of a woman who had learned to get there first.
I caught her hands and held them still.