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“You’re here.” I’m certain I sound like a bumbling fool, but I’m in disbelief that she’s in my office. In front of me and within reach. She looks so fucking beautiful it’s a sin.
The sheen of her long, raven hair, tousled into relaxed waves has my fingers burning with the need to brush through the soft strands. Itching to rid her of the patterned scarf that’s tied around her head so that her mane cascades around her gorgeous face. It would be all the invite and excuse I need to touch. Ocean blue eyes trace my every move, and it takes everything in me not to jump her bones and devour those lusciously peachy lips.
How is she real?
Ava stands from the chair in front of my desk. So slowly that her short red dress falling to the middle of her thighs is a show of its own. One I can’t look away from. With legs for days and supple glowing skin, I’m using every ounce of my self-control not to descend on her like the predator inside me is desperate to do.
“I wanted to give you this in person.” She extends an envelope my way.
I recognize the damn thing, and I wish I’d burnt it the first time.
“I’m not letting you leave,” I tell her, taking the thing from her. I’m about to rip it when her hand holds mine. “Open it.”
“Only if you sit.”
Smiling, she sits back in her seat. I don’t bother rounding to my own chair; I perch myself on the desk, in front of her.
Her legs cross and her hands lace over her belly, and my heart starts beating so fast in my chest at the knowledge that there’s a piece of me growing inside her. Our future has a heart of its own. Two hands, two feet, and good, I hope that our child has her eyes and smile, and her fucking incredible soul.
Focusing on the envelope in my hand, I tell her, “I won’t accept it. I’m not letting you go, so—”
“Damon! Open the damn thing!” Ava’s stern order stops me as I’m about to throw the envelope down on the desk.
“Fine.” I open it, holding my breath as I take out the letter.
Ava’s looking at me intently while I turn it in my hand. She seems as nervous as I am. Fuck, I’ve sweated less after an intense HIIT session.
“Open it,” she whispers. Her voice is a little wet like she’s close to tears.
How can I deny her? “Okay.”
I hold her stare for a second longer, wondering how the hell I’m meant to let her go, if that’s what she wants.
“Damon.”
I unfold it, turning the page over and over in my hand. “It’s blank.”
“It’s clean,” she corrects. “A clean page for a fresh start.”
Ava stands, taking the paper from me and putting it on the table.
“I don’t want Monroe.”
“Ava…”
“I want you and only you. None of the bullshit. I won’t run and you won’t lie.” Hands falling to my knees, she steps between my thighs. “I want the ruthless man that will protect me and our family at any cost, but I want to be a part of it. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” My hands band her waist, and with a sigh, she comes closer, her front flush to mine as she takes one of my hands and brings it to her belly. “Good, because I have no idea how I’m going to do this mom thing.”
I’m not sure if she’s aware I know or whether she’s nervous to tell me. Regardless, it feels so surreal knowing that we’ve made something so monumental together. That beneath my hand, inside her belly, there’s a part of us that will forever be entwined in one perfect being.
It’s fucking mind-blowing.
“We’ll figure it out.”
She pauses, looking up at me with big rounded eyes full of wariness. “You already know.”
“Lacie might have let it slip when she was threatening to cut my balls off and feed them to me?”
