“I love you,” I tell her, and she kisses my neck.
“I love you to, husband.”
The word snaps my cock hard again.I lift her up and wait until her legs are under her and she’s stable before releasing her and leading her to the bedroom.Where I make love to her again.
Acouple of hours later, after a soak in the tub and a round in the shower, we’re lying in bed together.
“Sweets, I need you to wear a few things for me.”
Without even needing to be asked, she holds out her wrist, which already has a couple of bangles on it.I chuckle as I sit up, grab the Cartier box, and open it.Inside is a Love bracelet in white gold, diamonds all around.I snap it onto her wrist and screw the tiny bolt into place.They’d have to cut it from her body or cut off her hand to take it off.Unless they have the tiny screwdriver Cartier makes.
She pulls her arm back and looks at it.“It’s beautiful, Patrick, but how am I supposed to dance with it on?At least the others I can take off.”
“Sorry, sweets, I’m not like the others.You’ll have to cover it with a sleeve.It’s not coming off, ever.”
“Okay.”She acquiesces easily.
I don’t tell her about the other trackers I have on her.This one is obvious.I know anyone who contemplates war and wants to come after my wife will figure out a way to bypass it, but I’ve made sure she is completely covered when it comes to tracking chips.I lie back down and settle her on my chest.
“When do you want to tell the families?”Her fingers drag across my tattoos, tracing them.
I never thought of myself as a snuggler until her.I love just holding her and feeling her touch me.
“If we don’t figure everything out with this betrayer, we’ll do it Christmas Day.I’ll have everyone come out to my house.If we figure it out before then, we’ll tell them as soon as it’s taken care of.I need to have you in my bed in my home.”
“I know.Mymammawants me to come home tomorrow night and stay with her,” she says.I’m about to tell her no.I want her with me, but I know she needs time with her mother too.
“I honestly want to say no, but I know your mom needs you.That for a long time it was just her and you.”
Daria presses up on her elbow and looks down at me.“Are you serious?We just got married, and you already want to send me away.”She smirks, and I roll us to put her under me.
“Sweets, don’t play with me.”
“I told her I’d have dinner with her and spend the day with her.She said she understood because she was like this with my father when they first got together too.She said she wanted to spend every chance she could with him, so she gets it.We’re going shopping together tomorrow during the day and then dinner at Yelena’s.Do you think Roisin would like to go?”
“I think she’d love that.I’ll message her in the morning, and she andAintín mamaícould hang out together with you.Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.”
ChapterTen
Daria
We’ve been married for nine days.Nine hard but blissful days.Patrick has been amazing.He’s extremely loving and supportive.
I’m working today, and he’s in meetings all day because his other aunt has finally made it to Vegas.Jordon had to drive out and meet up with her and her escort to help them lose a tail they had.Patrick is hoping that by this evening he’ll know who the lynchpin in all this war talk is.He wanted to make his aunt feel comfortable, so they’re questioning her on neutral ground, somewhere her husband, Broderick, won’t look.She’s at Lyric and Aleksei’s house with Andrei and Uncle Barone.His oldest son, Riccardo, is with him.
The hard part has been keeping our marriage a secret from my family, and now it feels like us getting married when we did was perfect timing.I’ve been struggling over the last few days.I’m sure I’m pregnant.Patrick and I talked about it this morning.We decided to take a pregnancy test tomorrow morning to confirm.
Today, out of nowhere, Mr.March called and set up a solo reservation, throwing me off because it’s two days before the Christmas holiday.I don’t normally have any whales this close to Christmas and usually spend the time prepping for New Year’s reservations.So I’m rushing around, trying to get everything arranged.My assistants are getting his suite perfected.He only gave me an hour’s notice.
Alek wanted me to tell him that because he didn’t plan early enough, he’ll have to settle for standard service.But I don’t believe in giving subpar service.
“Hello, Mr.March,” I greet him as he steps into the grand entrance.
I had to have Hayes run an errand for me, so it’s just me.
Mr.March grips my arm tightly and drags me to the elevator.I try to break free from his hold, but he won’t give.I look up at the cameras, hoping someone will see me and send help.As soon as the doors open, he shoves me inside.The doors close as security rushes to help.
