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“I need to speak with the two of you alone.” Grant gestured to Drake and Jerry.
Noah rose from his chair and kissed his husband. “I’ll sit with Alessandra for a bit.”
They watched as a staff member led him back to the ward. Grant sat in the chair Noah had occupied moments earlier.
“Assuming Alessandra didn’t stumble across any classified documents, she compromised your position.”
“Things were always tricky. We barely made it through the wedding. Alessandra doesn’t know there’s a mole in her father’s organization that’s been feeding us information.”
“But now your wife is a wildcard. When you swore to keep her on a leash, it wasn’t meant to be in the bedroom,” Grant scoffed.
“I’m aware. Our sex life is none of your business,” Drake growled.
“If your dick is the only head doing the thinking, then we have a problem.”
“What do you expect me to do at this point? We’re married.”
“Jerry can grant you a divorce,” Grant said without hesitation.
“That’s not an option.”
“Think about it, Drake. You might not have a choice at this point. If you truly care about her, you need to prioritize her safety. This is not safe,” Jerry said.
* * *
Drake took their words to heart. The problem was, he wasn’t used to asking for help. That ship had sailed when he was forced to grow up at 16 and put on a plane to Italy. It had killed his mother to watch him leave, but Drake needed answers then. He wished he could forget about those years in his life that twisted and warped the teen from Lake Forest and turned him into a hardened man.
“Yes, Drake?” Bitsy Walker’s cool voice greeted him.
“Hey, Mom.” He cleared his throat, but the lump.
Bitsy knew something was wrong immediately. Her persona shifted from ice-queen to mother in a nanosecond. “What’s wrong, Drake?”
“It’s Alessandra. I fucked up. She’s hurt. I’m afraid I’ve pushed her too far.”
“You need to figure out how to make things right with that girl, Drake. She deserves a partner. There are no secrets between Richard and me. We carried each other down the toughest roads we couldn’t walk alone.”
“Can you come over? They’re letting Alessandra return home, but the next few days may be rough.”
“First, promise me you won’t lie to that poor girl anymore.”
“I promise.” If Drake were still a teen, he would’ve crossed his fingers behind his back.
Bitsy sniffed. “All right. What do you need from me?”
Drake knew this would be painful for his mother as well. She had carried the burden of being his mother for over 30 years when it was never her cross to bear. Every family had its secrets, and Alessandra stood by with her shovel to unbury them all.
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Chapter Nineteen
Slipping out of bed, Drake kissed his sleeping wife on the forehead and smoothed her hair with his hand. Her contented sigh brought a smile to his face. Even though he didn't deserve these precious moments when she was at her most open and vulnerable, they were the closest they would ever be.
Drake loved his wife’s buxom body. He knew every dip and alluring curve that was just for him. The way her pussy clenched tightly around his thick cock gave him pleasure that he’d never felt before her. He even loved her scars, the ones she hid from the world but allowed him to see.
Drake had won Alessandra’s heart. She never fully had him because he kept parts of himself locked up tight. No one should shoulder the burdens he carried. But tonight, he was taking the first step to make it right.
He grasped her arm gently and stroked her wrist. When they’d first met, Alessandra would subconsciously rub the scarred flesh whenever she felt overwhelmed. He ran his thumb delicately along the fresh pink line. Reminding her that she was seen had become a habit for him now. He wasn’t blind to her pains or sorrows.
