Lilah held a dinner at the mansion for her sisters and me to meet. Each one was more critical and openly skeptical than the other, especially the oldest sister, Catalina. She was a lot harder to convince and I am still not sure she is a fan of mine. The one bright spot is her twin sister, Lily. For as much as they are identical, they are vastly different. Lily is not shy or an introvert. In fact, she is a romantic and very comical. Anyone who watches them together understands how they complement one another. Their bond is tight and enviable. “Blake, where are you?” Ah. Speaking of my love.
“In the office baby.” She walks in and my cock immediately wakes up. He knows when his mama is in the room.
“Hey. I was talking to your sister, and she said she could have a wedding dress made for me in a week. We could go down to city hall and do it then.” I give her my reprimanding face. “What?” she says, trying to sound like she doesn’t know why I am giving her the face.
“Flower, we will not get married in secret like you are something to hide. You won’t even let me announce it in the paper.” She plays with my tie, and I know something is bothering her.
“What is it, baby? Tell me.”
“It’s just that the minute we announce it, it will become a big deal and then we will have to address the conflict with your family. I don’t want to be blamed for tearing your family apart.” Her quivering lip does me in. I grip the back of her neck and smash her lips to mine, demanding entrance. We play tongue hockey for a few minutes before I pull back.
“My parents made their bed on their own, my love. Just as they did with my sister. I don’t give a fuck who has anything to say. You are mine and I am going to yell from the top of the universe. We are not marrying like some lovelorn teenagers or some forbidden lovers. You are the love of my life and the mother of my child. That is worth telling the entire world.”
“Oh Blake.” she kisses me before her phone rings. She jumps off my lap and runs to retrieve it. I sit back in my chair and pray the baby thing is true. It is obviously too soon to know, but I have always believed that you can speak what you want into existence, and I do that every chance I get, along with filling her with my seed. Speaking of filling her. Where did she go?
I follow the sound of her voice to the kitchen and see her on the phone, smiling. “Well, tell me what it is, Evie.” she laughs, talking to her sister. At moments like this, when I see her so happy and carefree, I have to check myself and make sure my aim is not to steal that innocently beautiful light she has inside of her. But the answer is always the same. No. I just want to bask in it and make it a part of me.
She turns to me finally off the phone. “Babe, I am going home for a few hours. Evie says they have a surprise for me.” She shrugs her shoulders, but she is smiling from ear to ear. I live to see that smile on her face, though I hate it when she calls anywhere, I am not her ‘home’.
“That is not your home, flower. Your home is with me.” I growl at her before kissing her neck. When she moans, I want to throw her on my desk and fuck the word home into her womb. But, if her sisters asked her to come, she needs to go. “No problem, baby. I have a conference call. I will have the driver take you.”
“Thank you.” She stands on her toes and kisses me before running to go change. She is out the door in minutes and, like every time she is out of my sight, I miss her and need my eyes and body on hers.
Looking at my clock, I note she should be pulling up to her parents’ house. My call just ended, and I am trying to decide if I should go there after her. Whatever. Sue me. I love her and, as my woman; I have a right to be wherever the hell she is. Speaking of, my phone buzzes and I see it is a message from the detail I have on her. Before you ask, no, she doesn’t know about it.
“Gatlin.” I address the head of her security.
“Sir, the gentleman you had us investigate showed up at her childhood home. He pulled up right after Miss Reyes got here.” Fucking Markis.