Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“You haven’t been around her since the pregnancy hormones have kicked into overdrive,” Antonio mutters, after shooting Zane a dirty look.
“Emilia is calmer if I keep plenty of bananas and whip cream close by, but she’s overdue. She wants to deliver naturally, but we can’t risk it much longer and apparently my son is just like his father—he wants to stay inside Emilia as long as he can.”
“Jesus Christ, Niko,” Antonio says, shaking his head.
They keep talking. I watch as their lips move, but I’ve tuned them out. All I can think about is Angelina being pregnant. She’d be an exceptional mother. I already know that. The thought of her stomach round with my child makes my cock get uncomfortably hard. I have no idea how I’ve gone from never wanting to be weighed down by a ball and chain—which is what I used to think marriage was—to changing my mind completely. I want Angelina tied to me in every way possible. Just like I am to her. You may not be able to see the chains shackled around me—quite willingly—but they are there. They have been since I first heard my Kitten’s voice.
“Is that okay with you, Victorio?” Antonio asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
The problem is, I have no idea what he’s asking me. The truth is, I don’t even know how long I’ve been sitting here with what I figure is a goofy look on my face, imagining Angelina with her stomach swollen. Fuck. I’m going to need to adjust my dick if this keeps going on. I could ask Antonio what he said, but I’m not going to piss him off. He’s the boss. If he wants something, he doesn’t need me to know what it is. I trust him.
“Sure,” I answer. Zane relaxes back against the sofa with that cocky look back on his face. I suddenly have a bad feeling about this.
“Then, it’s settled. Zane will watch over Angelina while you’re gone.”
What the ever-loving fuck?
I turn to growl at Zane. He gives a sissy-assed wave and winks at me. Fucking motherfucker.
“Don’t worry, Vic. I’ll take care of Angelina while you’re gone. I won’t let her out of my sight.”
“Don’t make me kill you,” I snap. He shrugs.
Son of a bitch.
angelina
. . .
“Victor, this is too much,” I murmur looking around the dining room of Toro Toro. It’s a modern steakhouse with private dining. There’s also a DJ and the place stays packed. I’ve never been here. It’s fancy and although a night out with Victor is nice, I’d rather be home in my sweats eating Chinese.
“Do you like it?”
“Of course, this place is amazing.”
“Why do I feel like you’re lying?” he asks, staring at me.
“I don’t know. I’m telling the truth. Everyone is always talking about this place.”
“But not you?”
I sigh. “Stop doing that, Victor. It’s a beautiful place and I’m out with you. The food is great, and the music is good.”
“I should have cooked for you at home. I just thought I’d treat you to a good meal and in the process, get to dance with you,” he mutters.
“Victor, stop,” I plead, afraid I’m hurting his feelings. No one else could pick up on my thoughts but this man. He knows me too well. I reach over and put my hand over his. “I’m having a great time. I promise. I’m just tired because work was extra busy today. That’s all. I also love the idea of dancing with you.” I don’t bother to hide my smile at the thought of swaying to the music while I’m in his arms.
“We could have danced at the house,” he mumbles.
“Then, I would be in my pajamas and not this beautiful dress you bought me.” I look down at the dress that is soft and sleek, form fitting, and the most beautiful pale green color that appears almost silver with just a tint of another color. I feel sexy in this dress. It dips down to show just enough cleavage and the thin straps look delicate and show off my shoulders. There’s a slit up the side. It’s a little higher than any I’ve worn, but it isn’t so high that I’m afraid of flashing someone when I sit down. Victor is wearing a black suit, and the shirt matches the color of my dress. He went to a lot of effort and I don’t want to ruin it. “You really shouldn’t have spent money on me, but I do love the dress,” I add, forcing myself to meet his gaze despite the blush rising on my face.
“You look beautiful in it, but I suddenly want to see you in your pajamas.”
His reply shocks me, especially when I see the desire that’s plainly written on his face. It feels like everything has changed overnight. Victor has only ever shown me friendship. I never saw desire on his face when he was with me. Not once. The change almost feels too sudden. I’m afraid to trust it. Or heck, maybe I’m just afraid in general.