When I see Bec head into the kitchen, I glance at Victor.
“Go on then,” he encourages.
I follow her and step up next to her before wrapping my arms around her.
“Thank you for keeping my secret,” I whisper.
She turns to me. “Of course. I um… I told him when he was in a coma. After I told him I felt like such a jerk. I told him a dumb dad’s joke when he was in a coma, too, and he told it back to me. I was so nervous he would remember me telling him that, but obviously, he didn’t.” She looks so remorseful.
I pat her arm. “It’s okay.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not. Even if he was in a coma, I should have kept it to myself.”
I hug her. “You two have a special bond. It’s understandable wanting to tell him something like that.” I didn’t understand that before, but I do get it now. Glancing back at Victor, suddenly feeling the need to tell him about why I can’t get pregnant.
“Thank you for not being pissed at me. I think you are one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met. I’m so sorry Donovan is your stepfather.”
I exhale, not sure if I should laugh or not. “Yeah. Me too, honestly.” Glancing around the room, taking in all the changes since the last time we were all here. The paint color is different and the furniture in the living room is updated. It doesn‘t look like a bachelor pad anymore.
“You really should consider going into interior design. This place is beautiful. So different from the last time we were all here,” I tell her.
She smiles, her cheeks turning pink. “I still have a ways to go, but I did have a lot of fun painting the living room.”
Connor walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into this chest. “Yeah, she did.”
Her face turns a bright red, and she smacks his arm. “Connor!”
I smile at them both, forcing myself not to look at Victor. For some reason, I feel very insecure today. He’s here for me, but no one knows why he’s here.
Connor slaps Bec on the ass. “Go make yourself a plate.” Bec grabs my hand and pulls me toward the food. I stop thinking about Victor and focus on Bec.
“Did he mean what I think he meant?” I ask her.
She covers her face with her hands. “Yes. We had so much paint in many weird places after that.”
Ansley stops by us with a grin on her face. “Seems like you two are just as kinky as the rest of us.” Bec looks around the room, her face a bright red. I have to force myself not to look at Victor.
What is their definition of kinky? What would they say if they knew Victor picked out my clothes every day? Or if they knew I called him Sir? What would they say if they knew I signed a contract with him? What would they say if they knew he was my Dom, but not my boyfriend?
I have to swallow the lump of emotion that swells in my chest and force myself to pay attention to everyone’s banter. Victor cares about me, but I don’t know if it’s a forever thing. Everyone begins to talk about their sexual escapades and I really want to get as far away as possible. I can’t share mine because I’m unsure if I’m allowed to share mine.
Heat hits my back, and I know Victor is standing right behind me. But I don’t know if it’s because he can tell I’m on the verge of screaming, or if this is his way of staking ownership. I need to know; I have to know. I can’t keep trying to figure this part of our relationship out.
Stepping up next to Bec, I grab a paper plate, but Victor takes it from me and his fingers brush mine. My cheeks turn pink as my heart beats hard in my chest. This is probably his way of trying to get my attention. But I can’t look at him right now. If Ido, he’ll be able to read me like he always does and I can’t deal with that right now.
Victor leans down, letting his mouth brush my ear. “I’ll hold the plates; you can fill them.” His voice has dropped an octave and I nearly melt into the floor. I give him a small smile and load our plates, allowing him to tell me what to put on each of them. Once everyone has settled around the table and finished eating the majority of their food, Connor turns to Victor.
“So, what are we going to do about Donovan?”
Chapter fifty-one
Olivia
Iswallow and hope the plan for Donovan is putting him six feet under.
“Before we get into what we’re going to do about Donovan, can someone please tell me who Donovan is?” Bailey asks, glancing at everyone around the table.
My heart rate increases as I try to smile.How am I going to do this?
