Her eyes hold mine, and I know that they did.
“Gerhard is an asshole.” I sigh. “If a man is happy for his pregnant partner to blackmail another man for money, what does that say about him?”
She stares at me.
“About you?” I murmur, I can't believe she did this. My anger resurfaces, and I push my chair back. “Goodbye, Helena.” I walk toward the door.
“Please, Sebastian. I don’t want to be pregnant in prison.”
I look back at her one last time. She’s a sad shell of the woman I once married. “Not my problem.”
I walk out of the office and see Steven waiting for me in the corridor. “Charge them both with everything. I’m done.”
It’s 7:00 p.m. when I drive into the garage. We are staying at home tonight. After the last week we have had, and then yesterday with Helena, I needed the comfort of my own home.
I wait for the garage doors to go down. I turn the car off and open the car door. I retrieve the huge bunch of forty-eight red roses and the giant heart-shaped box of chocolates that I bought for April.
This is me, sticking to my promise of trying harder.
No holding me back. I’m going to be a sweeter, more romantic version of myself from now on.
I open the door and hear music. The tantric beat of Sexual Healing from Marvin Gaye is playing, and I frown.
Huh?
I walk around the corner to see April sitting back on an armchair wearing a red leather corset and G-sting, along with black lace, thigh-high stockings. She’s wearing a long, black wig and sexy makeup.
My cock thumps with appreciation, and I stare at her.
“Cash or credit?” she purrs. She picks up a dildo and sucks the tip of it. “I’m so ready to suck your big cock right now.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and hold up her roses. No words will pass my lips.
She stands and saunters over to me to the music. She licks my lips, and goosebumps scatter up my spine.
“Did you bring me a present, Mr. Garcia?” she whispers as she cups my cock through my pants.
Fuck.
Throb, throb, throb.
I nod. “Yes.”
She licks my lips again.
“I…” Hell, I can’t string two words together while she’s like this. I hold the roses up. “I thought you wanted hearts and roses.”
She takes them off me and inhales their scent. “Screw that,” she whispers and then throws the roses over her shoulder onto the floor. “I want you to fuck me like you hate me.”
I smile.
Fuck, I love this woman.
I snap and grab a handful of her hair, dragging her down to her knees.
“Suck. My. Cock.
THE END.
Epilogue
Fifteen months later
Sebastian twirls me around the dancefloor, and I lean against his shoulder.
“Time to get you home,” he whispers against my temple.
“Hmm.” I smile sleepily. “Okay.”
We’re in New York at a wedding with one of Sebastian’s old boarding school friends. The function center is out of this world. The top floor in a skyscraper with floor to ceiling windows, and the city lights twinkling way down below.
“One more dance,” I whisper.
He chuckles as he holds me close. “You look tired, darling.” He drops his hand to run it over my heavily pregnant stomach, and I place my hand over his as I stare up at him.
So much love between us.
In just three months, our dream is coming true.
We’re having a baby.
Life doesn’t always go to plan, but sometimes it’s just to make room for what is planned for you.
Sebastian and I were always going to end up together, and this was always going to be our story. It’s funny how things have a way of turning out. The song ends, and he tries to pull out of my arms.
“One more dance.” I smile hopefully.
He smiles and kisses me softly. He knows what I’m doing. I do it a lot lately.
Stalling.
Cherishing the time that we have alone. Living completely in the moment.
Every single second is sacred.
Every look, every kiss, every touch… all of it. I’m dancing through life….. with him.
I know the days of just the two us are numbered, and I can’t help but feel a little remorseful. At the moment, I’m Sebastian’s world, and I know that I will soon share his love with a little piece of us, and that’s how it should be.
But just for now, he’s all mine.
The song ends, and he smiles down at me. “Can we go home now, dancing queen?”
I chuckle. “I suppose.”
He leads me from the dancefloor and we go back to our table. I grab my purse, and he slaps his friend Jameson on the back. “We’re heading off, Miles.”
Jameson turns and smiles. “Breakfast in the morning?”
“Yes, we’ll be there,” Sebastian replies as he shakes everyone’s hand at the table.
Emily hugs me. Clare leans in and kisses my cheek. “See you in the morning.”
Her husband Tristan does the same. “Goodnight, gorgeous.” He rubs my stomach and winks in his best naughty boy manner.
I giggle. Sebastian sure does have some fun, hot friends. Not that I’m complaining.
My eyes rise to my very own hot friend.
My best friend.
Sebastian gives me the best ‘come fuck me look’ across the table I’ve ever seen, and my insides begin to thump. I know that look.
I live for that look.
He takes my hand, and with a last wave to everyone, we get into the elevator. His four security guards get in behind us. Sebastian loosens his tie and undoes his top button, and we all ride to the ground floor in silence.
Life with a Prime Minister is less than private but, somehow, we make it work.
I kind of forget what it was like when there were no guards and no headlines.
Gerhard got off the charges, without any drug tests taken at the time, we had no proof and because he had a key to the room he said he was drunk and mistakenly thought it was his room.
Helena had her baby—a little girl. She’s on a good behavior bond, living in Germany with Gerhard. We haven’t heard from her since the court case, and I think she’s finally moved on. I’m happy… for her sake. No matter what she did, I always felt a little sorry for her.
Loving Sebastian Garcia is easy. Walking away from him is not.
I know that better than anyone.
The elevator doors open, and we walk out hand in hand before climbing into the back of the waiting car and being whisked into the night.
Sebastian turns the lights off and gets into bed beside me. We are in one of the Miles’s brother’s penthouses. The view over the city is spectacular. So spectacular that I won’t let Sebastian close the drapes.
New York just has this electric buzz about it, like nowhere else on Earth, and I am utterly addicted.
Sebastian’s lips take mine into a kiss, soft with suction, his tongue slowly exploring my mouth. His hand roams to my breasts and then down over my stomach. I smile against his lips. I can feel his rock-hard erection pressing up against my hip.
Our love making has hit a new level.
No longer just taking my body, he now fucks my mind.