“If I can’t go to Madeleine, I’m going to make it so that she comes to me.”
His eyes shoot to the right and left, probably looking for something he can bash me over the head with. The building is nice—probably forty floors. The lobby interior is all white marble with signature Liz Diller touches all over it. In sum, it’s a place full of rich people and he knows that rich people like their privacy and their solitude. It’s why even though I live in the penthouse of my building, the two floors below me are empty. I like my space and my quiet. I start dialing.
“Wait! Wait,” he yells, holding up his hand like a stop sign. “Look. I’ll call her, okay? If she doesn’t want to come down, you have to accept that.”
I won’t accept it, but I wave for him to go ahead. He plops down into his chair and rolls over to a bank of computers. He types something in and then returns with a satisfied smile. “There.”
Is he kidding? I shake my head. “Who owns this joint?”
“Um… Williams Property Manag–”
“I didn’t ask who managed it. I asked who owns it.”
By his blank expression, he doesn’t know.
“Why do you need that?”
“I’m buying this building.” Because if I own a building, then I know all the tenants and their numbers. I type out my own messages, sending one to the head of finance and another to my PI. My instructions are simple. In the next thirty minutes, I want to be the new owner of this building or be standing in front of Madeleine.
My finance person wins. The tenant list pops up on my screen showing that Madeleine lives on the fourth floor, unit 409. I call for a car and head to the elevators. The doorman shouts at me, but I outweigh him by a good forty pounds. I might wear a suit but no one wants to mess with me.
As the elevator car climbs the four floors, I get off a few more texts to get everything into place. Madeleine has hidden from me for five months, which is five months too long. I don’t know if she had a pre-wedding fling, but it doesn’t matter. The moment my cock sank into her wet pussy, she became mine and everyone else just better be prepared to get out of the way.
I pound on the door of unit 409 until a woman peeps out.
“Yo, Mr. Delicious, we didn’t order anything but I’ll take whatever you’re delivering.”
“Where’s Madeleine?”
“She’s inside—“
I shove the droopy flowers into the woman’s hand and push by her to get to Madeleine. She looks the same— the same gorgeous round face, the same brilliant blue eyes, the same wavy, honey colored hair. If it wasn’t for the small mound where her flat stomach used to be, it was as if I had just seen her yesterday.
She struggles to get to her feet, one hand around her belly and one pushing her upright. As I rush over to give aid, the gravity of the situation sets in. I’m going to be a fucking father.
“Oliver,” Madeleine gasps.
“So you remember my name,” I say grimly. “Do you remember this?”
I jerk her into my arms and seal my mouth against hers. She tastes sweet, just as I remembered, like ripe berries during the height of summer. My cock throbs as it, too, recalls what it feels like to be inside her hot, juicy depths. We fucked a half a dozen times that night and every time I spent myself, I only wanted her more. That hasn’t changed.
Her round belly pushes into my hard one, preventing my cock from rubbing against her core. Forgetting everything, including that there was another person in the apartment, I pull her leg up and follow her down to the sofa. Her fingers thread through my hair. She kisses me back with as much passion as that first time.
I’m desperate and all of my anger about being ghosted for five months fades. It doesn’t matter why she left me, why she’s hidden herself from me, who she’s fucked since the last time I saw her. I don’t care who the father of the baby is. None of that matters because she’s mine. She’s been mine since I laid eyes on her. I claimed her with my mouth and hands and cock. She belongs to me and no one, not even God, can take her from me.
Chapter Five
Madeleine
He’s here, my mind screams. I cling to him, thinking that I’m dreaming and that I might wake up at any moment. His taste assaults me first as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I moan, digging my fingers into his back. My whole body goes up in flames. Everything from that night comes flooding back to me as I continue to get lost in his kiss.