Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“They have to work this out. I believe in love because of them. I want to love you because of them. If my big sister can do it, so can I. I can love you, Knight. I’m trying to love you,” she says bringing a smile to my face.
I lean across the seat and kiss her forehead. She snuggles deeper into the seat and sighs. Not the way I want her to tell me she loves me, but in this moment, I’d be lying if I said my heart wasn’t full.
“I want to love you too,” I say in her ear.
I stare at her for a while before turning the car on and heading to her place. I’m getting closer to what I want. I hope Bishop can fix whatever’s going on if it means I have a shot.
“Oh God, I’m going to have such a hangover,” she groans and throws an arm over her face.
“And I’ll be here to take care of you,” I say and pull off.
CHAPTER 30
Talk to Me
Bishop
“Here, eat this. You’ll feel better,” I say to Saga and kiss her forehead as I hand her a mug of coffee and a plate of greasy shit to fight off her hangover.
I frown as she turns away and continues to give me the silent treatment. Breakfast in bed seemed like a good start to get to the bottom of what’s going on. I woke to her ignoring me and acting as if I don’t exist.
It’s never been like this between us. Last night, when I carried her into the house, she opened her eyes long enough to tell I hurt her. Thrown and confused, I undressed her and got her into bed.
I went from perplexed to panicked when I couldn’t find her yesterday, but her bodyguard was still in the house. His ass was fired on the spot. For now, Dwayne will take over her security until we find a replacement. Losing my wife is unacceptable.
Other than my sons, she’s the most important thing in the world to me. I haven’t gotten a second of sleep all night. If I knew what was wrong, I could work to fix it.
I’ve been so fucking stressed out. Between putting out a new album for the first time in two years and trying to have another baby, I feel like the deck is stacked against me. When we didn’t get pregnant at first, we both shrugged it off.
Saga wanted to wait a year before trying, but once we started and nothing happened, we both got concerned. I’ve been telling her it’s fine, but deep down, I’m worried.
What if my years of partying and fucking around have come back to haunt me? My stomach twists each month when we find out we haven’t made a baby. It’s getting harder each month.
“Saga, baby. I need you to talk to me. What’s going on?”
She chews on a piece of toast and bacon, then places the plate down on the nightstand. I watch her every move. Like she’s a bird about to take flight.
My stomach churns, and I feel like I’ll be the one to get sick. How have I hurt her? I’m dying to know what I’ve done.
Her words have been ringing in my head all night. You hurt me. How?
“You tell me what’s going on. How does Fiona know we’re having trouble having a baby?” she snaps at me.
I jerk my head back. I have no idea what she’s talking about. Fiona is a singer-song writer the label wanted me to work with for this project. I’m well aware that Saga hasn’t been a fan of hers, but my hands have been tied.
Fiona is something the label wants. She’s decent enough so I haven’t bitched about it, but it’s not like we need her. I know what my fans like.
If I had it my way, I would have released her the moment she made Saga uncomfortable. I’m not interested, never have been. Saga’s not the jealous type, so if she feels something is off, I trust her.
“Baby, what are you talking about?” I say with a frown on my face.
“How does a woman who’s not my family or a friend know we’re having trouble having a baby when I haven’t told a soul? Not even my closest friend or my sister. How does she have intimate facts about our relationship?
“Facts she’d have to get from you. Are you fucking her and pillow talking?” She looks back at me searching my face with pleading eyes.
I stand and place my hands on my hips. Looking down at my wife, I try to piece together what she’s saying to me. The more her words sink in, the more pissed I get.
“Saga, I have no clue what the hell you’re talking about. Do you even understand how much I fucking love you? I don’t have a bone in my body that would allow me to hurt you.