Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“Hey, baby,” he greeted me when he turned to face me, a half-smile tilting his lips. My heart jumped in my chest at the sight of it. How was one person so damn perfect? “How did your session with Dr. Gresham go?”
I set my purse on the coffee table before I strode to the kitchen, crossing my arms over my chest. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that—well, part of that,” I told him. He frowned, running his eyes over my face as he tried to figure out what was going on. “Dr. Gresham informed me that you had a talk with my ex.”
Christian sighed as he turned the eye off, covering the pot on the stove. He then turned and gave me his full, undivided attention as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweats. “Axel must have told him.” I nodded. Christian grunted. “I did have a conversation with your ex, and I also blocked him from your phone afterward.” My eyes widened a bit in surprise.
He drew in a deep breath. “You can be angry at me for stepping into your personal shit like that if you want, beautiful, but I hate how much he upsets you. He knows about the baby you lost, knows the shit he and his bitch of a wife have put you through, and yet, he still has the fucking audacity to send you pictures of their little family, asking you to come to their baby shower as if they even have a right to ask that of you.”
I was rendered speechless.
He thrust his hand through his hair before he dropped it to his side, clenching his fist. But his eyes stayed soft as he held my gaze, not once dropping it. “He tried to claim he wanted to rebuild the relationship between you and Heather, but I wasn’t having that shit. She fucking hurt you. If she truly wanted to have that relationship with you in the first place, she would have never betrayed you like she did. And if she wanted it now, she would be reaching out to you—not him.”
“So, what did you do?” I asked him quietly, my hands shaking. I flatted them on the countertop, trying to stop the tremors.
Christian gently laid his hands over mine before he flipped them over, lacing our fingers together. His hands engulfed mine, but instead of feeling trapped, I felt safer than I ever had before. “I told him to lose your fucking number. I’m your man now; I take care of you. And I refuse to let him hurt you anymore. So, I threatened him with a lawsuit for harassment if he dared to contact you again, and I made sure he knew just how powerful I was, not to mention the fact that your brother and Julian would fully back me up on it.” He reached up and cupped my cheek. “I’ll never let him hurt you again, baby.”
Tears burned in my eyes. “You didn’t have to do that for me,” I choked out.
He moved around the counter and drew me into his arms, holding me tight to him. I quickly wound my arms around his waist, closing my eyes as I sank into him. “As I said, I take care of you. You’re my moon. You’ll always be my moon, even when you’re not shining.” He leaned down to kiss me. “And I will always be here to breathe life into you so that you can live for me. Anyone who dares to try to burn out your light, to take away the breath that I’m giving you—I’ll fucking protect you from them. You’ll never have any reason to doubt that, beautiful.”
I leaned up to kiss him. He growled softly and lifted me up onto the counter, quickly stepping between my legs. I moaned when he gripped my hips and yanked me closer to him, his cock pressing between my thighs. Sliding my fingers under his shirt, I glided my fingers over the hard, muscular planes of his abs and over his chest before I pulled back to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his perfect, defined body to my eyes.
“Fuck, I love that needy look in your eyes when you look at me,” he growled.
I grabbed his face in my hands, leaning forward to connect our lips again. He muttered a curse against my lips before he slid his hands under my shirt. I moaned into the kiss as his hands slid over my skin, making my body shudder in response. His hands were slightly rough with callouses from working out, and they felt fucking amazing as they glided over my curves.
His doorbell suddenly rang. He tightened his hands on me. “They can fucking wait,” he grumbled. “I don’t give a fuck how long they have to.”