The problem?
He wanted it all.
They had made love that night in the garage, on the car, with a passion that burned so hot he clenched his fist to ease the potency of the memory riding him.
Delved so deep into her, she had taken him in return, afterwards he had taken her up to his room and they had spent the night unsleeping and unspeaking, only moans, ground and tortured outcries of maddening pleasure.
In the early morning light, she had slipped from his room, eager to reach it before Miranda woke up.
He had wondered if it was all a dream, a fantasy of his overheated brain, but he knew it was real.
Come breakfast she had been warm to him, but—
“God!" He groaned, disgusted at himself but unable to stop the need welling up inside him. They continued to make love every night, but before the first blush of dawn, she would return to the room she shared with Miranda.
He wanted her, he wanted it all. He was beginning to think the temporary marriage would not be enough to cure him of this need, and come to think of it, he didn't see an end in sight.
He wanted to go to sleep with her in his arms, then wake up without all that furtive sneaking, and enjoying that early morning sleep together.
He was going to tell her that he wanted more from, he wanted everything.
The door to his office opened and the familiar steps came up behind him.
Michael stubbornly remained looking at the skyline view that was truly magnificent.
"I have some news you’ll be happy to hear."
"Out with it, Opa."
“Well, I decided that I'm going to sign the company over to you... completely," he announced with a flourish.
Michael turned to him, eyebrows arched. He scoffed.
"Having a family has changed you. I had my doubts, but now I see that I wasn’t wrong to insist on you getting married."
Michael agreed, but he was not about to let him know that. "I see."
"You should be glad," Michael senior prompted.
"I am."
And he was, though in a distracted sort of way. Getting full responsibility for the company only meant more work, and that was not the thing he wanted right now…
For the life of him, he couldn't understand why he had ever wanted it.
?TRINITY?
Trinity couldn't take a breath without a laughter spilling out. When she caught a look at herself as she walked past a mirror, her smile widened.
For the first time since she had discovered her husband’s insurance fraud, her feet had found ground.
Stop smiling, she told herself, but it didn't dim her shine at all.
She was so happy she almost danced her way into the kitchen.
One look assured her everything was in place, but there was no Celia. Trinity looked down at the wristwatch Michael had gifted her and decided to wait on Michael to share her news.
The chauffeur was already on the way to get Miranda, that way the three of them could celebrate. The sound of a car in the driveway interrupted her thoughts; she walked down the hall and through the doors, making sure to keep her feet on the ground. She had to resist the urge to run and jump up in joy while shrieking, but she did.
