“How can you be in the same room as them? Knowing what they’ve done to you?”
My hands clench into fists. It’s been four weeks since I found out what Camille did, and I still don’t want to deal with the emotions of what happened to me. I just want to live in these last few weeks of bliss with Griffin before the baby arrives.
On one hand I don’t remember it and so it doesn’t seem like a huge deal. On the other, I know it is. I was violated in ways I can’t even begin to imagine. And that makes me sick. It makes me want to strangle everyone involved. From the bodyguard who carried me to my room, to the father that ordered his daughter to do something so disgusting.
“I don’t have a choice. We’re having a baby.”
“A rape baby.”
My anger is a hot fluid boiling out of its pot. “Mybaby.”
Griffin rears back, eyes wide with his shock. “I know he’s yours. I just meant that they did this to you. And we’re all supposed to pretend like we’re not holding their daughter hostage. We’re going to have dinner and allow her to be there, despite Callum not letting her leave the townhouse. It’s just so fucked. She doesn’t deserve to be in our lives. She doesn’t deserve to be a mother to him. He’s our baby. Not hers.”
I turn back to the mirror, fastening the buttons on my suit jacket. “They don’t know we know. And it’ll stay that way until the baby is born. They can have the bitch back once I have my son in my arms.”
“And we’re supposed to trust she’ll play along?” Griffin asks. He still hasn’t gotten out of bed.
We’re supposed to be at Callum’s in twenty minutes for lunch with Camille’s parents. Everything is supposed to appear normal, and not as if Camille is being held prisoner for her actions. And this all relies heavily on Camille complying. She should, if she knows what’s best for her. But that doesn’t mean she will.
“She knows the deal. Keep her mouth shut, have the baby and then she can stay in his life as we deem fit. Either way, the money Callum is giving her is plenty. She won’t talk.”
Griffin sighs, throwing the blankets off his body. “Five more weeks,” he murmurs under his breath.
My gaze falls to his bare round ass through the mirror as he heads for the bathroom, and I chuckle, shaking my head. He hates that I’m right, and I love that he’s so protective of me. The shower water turns on, and I head for the nightstand where my phone is charging. I plop onto the bed, mindlessly flipping through apps while I wait for my husband to get ready.
Four minutes later, he’s shutting off the water and heading out of the bathroom with the grey bath towel hanging dangerously low below his hips. His lean muscles drip with droplets of water falling from his brown hair.
“We have to leave in sixteen minutes and you’re going to take another forty to get ready,” I say.
He chuckles, walking toward my side of the bed. Standing between my open legs, his hands wrap around my neck and I glance up at him. “So? Let’s make them wait.”
Griffin’s head dips, and I don’t have time to protest before his lips are clashing against mine. He forces his tongue into my mouth and steals my breath away while he kisses me aggressively. My stomach dips with excitement. We definitely don’t have time for this, but I can’t resist him either.
Not when we’ve spent so much time apart. We’ve spent the last month finding each other again, learning how to be partners all over. And with the baby coming in just a few more weeks, I don’t know when we’ll have time together like this again.
I pull away, groaning in protest. I don’t want him to stop, but we have to go. The quicker this lunch is over, the quicker we can get back home. “Come on. Get dressed.”
“Mmm,” Griffin sighs, nuzzling his nose into my neck. He drops his wet body against my suit, and I’m forced to support all of his weight.
With a hearty laugh, I move my arm around him and squeeze his ass. I press my lips to the top of his head. “I’d love to do dirty things to you right now, but that means Callum will be alone with the Sorrentinos for an extended time. And I can’t deal with his bullshit, either.”
Griffin. “But, Mr. Murphy. You’re wet.”
“Hmm, I wonder why?” I smirk as he kisses me.
He stands upright, a coy grin plastered on his face as he unbuttons my suit jacket. “It’s too hot for this anyway.”
The jacket falls onto the bed and his hands find the knot of my tie. I groan when he nudges his groin into my stomach, his hard cock pressing right into me. His head drops again and, pressing his lips to my ear, he says in a sultry voice, “What would the Sorrentino’s think if they knew my cock was in your ass just moments before we had lunch with them?”
I can’t help the sound that escapes my mouth. I’m already turned on with only the image of him taking me now. “We’re going to be late.” My voice cracks, and I’m not convincing myself, let alone him.
Griffin chuckles, resting his hands on my shoulders. He shoves me against the bed, and I fall without a fight. Fumbling with the button to my pants, he gets them undone, his warm hand finding the half hard dick I’m sporting.
“I don’t care. I want to have sex with my husband.” His thighs straddle my lap, his face hovering over me. “Besides, the just fucked-me hairstyle will prove to them that we’re madly in love.” Dropping down, he bites my bottom lip.
My hands wrap around him, squeezing his ass. “True,” I say, pulling my head up to kiss him.
It’s been five weeks since he told me the truth. A truth that I think I knew deep down. I knew something had been off that night, but was too scared to admit it. I’d rather carry the burden of crushing his heart than have opened up that box.
