Walking back into the room, I feel him hot on my heels. “What is this outfit?”
I look down. “What do you mean? It’s new. You don’t like it?”
“Like it? I’m about to bend you over the bed and fuck you into tomorrow.”
I smirk. “I’m wearing wide-legged trousers and a bodysuit.”
“Your so-called bodysuit is a tank top showing side boob, and you know it turns me on when you’re dressed all CEO-like,” he says, adjusting his growing erection.
Fuck.
I take a deep breath and turn away so he can’t distract me. It’s been days…dayssince we touched each other, and it’s killing me just as much as I canseeit’s killing him.
“Well, I feel like this is a meeting I’m stepping into, so this outfit seems appropriate.” I shrug into my blazer to cover my “side boob,” then bend over to put my shoes on.
Jack’s behind me, pulling me into his dick, grinding himself between my cheeks. “Just stay here. We have a lot of making up to do.”
“I won’t be long.” I swat him away, but not before grinding back into him, torturing us both. “I know it’s a lot for you to handle after the miscarriage. I get it. I can always relay anything he says back to you. But”—I pause dramatically—“I really want to be there for Sadie.”
I walk to my side of the bed, put my gold hoops in, and then pick out the rest of my jewelry, sliding on both rings I got in Italy.
“It’s not a-fucking-lot, Annabelle. I—” His voice breaks, and his eyes connect with mine. “I don’t know what to think anymore. This whole thing is fucked.”
“Jack,” I say softly. “Please get dressed and come with me. Not only for answers and closure for yourself, but to support your sister. Don’t do something you’ll regret.” I take his hand and squeeze lightly. “You have a pretty great track record going; you’ve been there for her your whole life.”
He stands silently for a few more seconds before wordlessly turning and sauntering back into the closet, where I hear the movement of his hangers.
I’m proud of him for making the right choice.
* * *
We leave the car and walk up to Evelyn’s building. “I haven’t been here since Wills lived here, have you?”
“A few times, but not much. Ev usually comes to one of ours, and now I wonder why since hers has the best views.”
“Mr. Peters, a pleasure.” Wills’s old doorman shakes Jack’s hand. “Ms. Annabelle. It’s been a long time,too long. I hear congratulations are in order?”
I look at Jack, and he’s just as confused as I am. “I’m so sorry. What for, exactly?”
“Well, for getting married, of course. Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Peters.” He smiles brightly, and instantly I match his enthusiasm.
Mrs. Peters…Mrs. Jackson Peters. Holy shit.
I hitch my shoulders and squeeze Jack’s hand. “You’re the first person ever to call me that, thank you.”
He tilts his hat. “My pleasure. I wish you both a lifelong marriage full of love and happiness.” Jack shakes his hand again and thanks him before pulling me toward the lift and punching in Evelyn’s private code to access the penthouse.
“My wife,” he murmurs, lifting my chin to kiss my lips. “Saying that’ll never get old.”
Entering the lift, we interlock fingers and Jack’s hand starts to tense the higher we climb. “Are you okay?”
He takes a deep breath.“I don’t know.”
As the doors to the lift open, we’re struck with the sight of Sadie, Wills, and Jack’s Dad, who looks like he’s aged ten years since we last saw him in Paris.
We embrace Wills and Sadie, and I smile politely at Stephen while Jack ignores him completely.
“You okay?” I whisper to Sadie, and she smiles enough that I know she’s holding up. I nod and let Wills handle her as I move to stand beside a verynot okayJack.
