Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
"It's okay. Everything's going to be fine," he said as he laid his head on mine so tenderly that I could barely feel it.
"What if she does this again?" I whispered. "She really hates me, Christian."
"I told you I'll protect you. She's already sitting in jail waiting to hear her fate. Gabriel refused to bail her out because of who he is, and she can't access any of the funds that were in their account. She has no choice but to answer for what she's done and so does he. Thank God, the security cameras at my building caught her and the man she hired together, as she pointed out your car. My security detail called the police immediately after they saw him go over and get under your car. I'm going to make sure she stays in prison for a long, long time."
Relief flooded me. Now that I knew there was no chance she could come back to haunt us, I could breathe freely again. Christian kissed me gently and I kissed him back, just happy to be alive and with him.
"God, I love you so much, Hannah," he whispered desperately against my cheek.
"I love you too," I whispered before I let the drugs take me back into soft, painless blackness.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Hannah
I hated not being able to do anything, but Christian had put me on strict bedrest orders. Not only that, he'd hired a new nanny, a lovely girl that was upbeat and chipper with Annie. Annie had given her a hard time for all of five minutes until I asked her to be nice and give it a chance. In the end, she was a good nanny and Annie started to like her. If I thought I was super Nanny, Patricia was that times ten. I had no idea how she had so much energy.
Weeks went by and I finally got my cast off.
I'd been so happy my arm was healed and I could finally take our Paris trip. We'd dropped Annie off with Christian's parents early in the morning and got on his private jet.
"I can't believe you have one of these." I sighed as I walked around. "It's so cool."
"I'll buy one for you too," he said as he pulled me into his arms.
"Don't be dramatic. I'm just admiring it, that's all."
Christian chuckled. "You know I can't help it. The minute you say you like something, I want to buy ten of them for you."
I touched his cheek. "That's because you're the sweetest man who has ever walked this earth. I am so glad that none of the women you were with realized it before me. Thank God, for dumb females."
He grinned, then led me back to the bedroom.
I still couldn't believe my eyes. It was lavishly done in gold and white. Hell, it was at least a hundred times better than my old bedroom at my apartment. Christian tugged me onto the bed and I knew I'd be occupying it for the next few hours doing my favorite thing with my favorite person.
We spent a long while getting great use of the Jet bed, then slept, then went at it again, until it was time to land and I had renewed energy all over again. My feet couldn't wait to touch Paris soil. I already had a list of restaurants I wanted to try and museums I wanted to visit.
"You're going to drag me all over, aren't you?" Christian asked as he watched how excited I was.
"Of course! Isn't that what girlfriends do?" I asked.
"You're not wrong about that, but I can't say that I mind at all." His green eyes sparkled at me.
The minute we were off the jet and into the bustling city, I was in awe. Everything was so new and different. I only knew minimal French having brushed up on my high school skills while I was laid up in bed. Christian, however, was damn near fluent. The minute he said anything in French, I was ready to jump him all over again. On his yummy lips, it just sounded so sexy.
"Where should we go first?" he asked.
I think I ended up being led around as much as he did. Christian ate where I wanted to eat and took me to all the touristy destinations, but he also dragged me to expensive, upscale boutiques for clothes, jewelry, and shoes.
I looked at one price tag and almost fainted. "I really don't need anything," I tried to insist.
"Nonsense. You like it, right?"
I pursed my lip and ran a finger down the silken spine of a gorgeous emerald dress I admired. "It’s pretty, but I wouldn’t pay that price."
"I would," he said.
I smiled instead of objecting. I knew how much it meant to Christian to spoil me and I didn't mind being spoiled in such a dreamy city. It was a special occasion, I wouldn't even fuss about it because as Natalie said, ‘You went for it and now, you deserve it. Go for it girl!’