I am glad I did my research before getting here this morning. I found this job online and there were never any pictures of my new boss, he apparently guards his personal life well. It’s hard for me to believe that the man who has haunted my dreams these last two months and Justin Steele who runs his empire are the same. My research says that Justin never rests, and is not a womanizer that most men in this industry are. Some reports even jokingly call him a monk. It makes me feel like that much more of a coward for slinking off.
“Gabriella,” he states. I look into his soulful eyes, my eyes gazing longingly back into his, and trying to blink the tears away. I don’t even know why I’m starting to cry, I just know fate is a tricky thing and maybe, just maybe, this is where I was meant to be all along.
“Justin,” I whimper out and what only seems like seconds later he has me in his arms, nuzzling into my neck and breathing me in. I hold onto him for dear life.
“Baby, don’t cry,” he murmurs, almost shushing me as he holds my face in his hands, but the tears, they just keep coming. He wipes them as fast as they come and I don’t know why they won’t stop.
“I’m so sorry, so damned sorry I left you the way I did Justin. It broke my heart to do it, but I had to cancel everything, the venue, the caterers, the flowers. Then I had to tell my parents what happened and by the time it was all taken care of, I knew you’d be long gone from that small sleepy town. Getting my life together and moving all these miles away from my hometown and seeing you here… it has my world turning upside down, but in the best way possible.” I rush out before he can interrupt me.
“No, Gabriella. Don’t you dare apologize, you had a life to put away and as much as it pained me to see you gone when I woke up, it was one of the most memorable nights I have ever had. I wouldn’t have traded that for the world, Baby.” When he’s done speaking, his lips are on mine and I’m clutching on to him for dear life as he deepens his kiss. His lips are just like I remembered, pillowy soft, yet firm at the same time. When his tongue gains entrance I let out a breathy moan and he deepens the kiss further. As much as I want to continue our kiss, I pull away, needing to tell him something so incredibly important.
“Justin, I…we…I have to tell you something.”
“What do you have to tell me, Gabs.”
“I’m…well um, remember that night in the hotel room and we uh, we didn’t use protection, well. It seems, I’m umm. I’m pregnant.”
“Fuck, Gabs. We made a life? In just one night of us being together?” he states before his mouth is on mine again, this time it’s more intense, he’s owning my mouth with his. Much like my heart is learning to only beat for his. This time when we break apart, he places a soft kiss on my forehead before getting down on his knees and kissing my stomach through my dress, seeing this big man, down on his knees before me, it’s enough to make me realize everything does happen for a reason and thankful is a word I’ll use for the rest of my life.
When he slowly rises you can see the apprehension in his face when he tells me he’ll see me shortly for lunch. I turn and walk towards the door, but not before looking back. This man, I’m not sure how I went so long without seeing him, hearing him, or holding him.
Chapter Eight
Justin
Damn, her taste is left on my tongue. It takes me back and I know where my tongue will be next time it gets a chance. I’m also wondering now that she is pregnant, if she’ll taste differently. I’m eager to see the changes in her body, how she’ll look when she’s round with a baby, if what we’re having is a boy or girl. I secretly hope he or she will look like their mother. If we do have a girl and she look’s anything like her mother, I’m fucked.
The next time I get my hands on her I’ll be leaving a trail from her neck down to her fucking perfect nipples, lapping my way down her taut stomach to her perfect pussy. I have to readjust myself before my cock gets any harder, with more strength than I ever thought possible I get back to work and ready myself for the next few hours that are full of telephone conferences, that I’m already fucking dreading.