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“I want them too,” he replied, his voice steady.
I lifted my head to look at him, searching his eyes. “You didn’t get the vasectomy?”
“No. It was selfish of me to even consider it. I want you to be mine and only mine,” he said, his voice filled with conviction.
I smiled weakly, the corners of my mouth trembling. “Possessive asshole,” I whispered.
“Does that mean you’ll come back to me? You’ll forgive me for what I’ve done?” he asked, his voice filled with hope.
“I’ll have to think about it. Can you let me off at my apartment?” I requested, my voice softening.
“What? No,” he replied, shaking his head.
“I need some space. I want to consider your proposal,” I said, my tone firm.
“What proposal? We’re already married,” he countered, confusion clouding his features.
“What you promised me. I can’t make a snap decision, and I’d like some time to think about it,” I explained, sliding off his lap and putting distance between us.
Oliver’s face fell, his eyes darkening with worry. “How long?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“A few days,” I said, my voice steady, though my heart was racing.
“That’s totally unacceptable. I need it sooner,” Oliver demanded, his voice tight with frustration.
I crossed my arms and met his gaze head-on. “We’re not negotiating a business deal, Oliver. This is our personal lives; it takes some thought.”
“Do you love me?” he asked, desperation creeping into his tone.
“Does it matter?” I countered, my voice wavering just slightly.
He forehead furrowed. “Of course it does. If you don’t love me, then I’ll have to change my game plan,” he said, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
“Your game plan?” I raised an eyebrow, curious despite myself.
“Begging, groveling, down on my knees,” he replied, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
“Just let me have some time. I’ll contact you,” I said, trying to sound more decisive than I felt.
Oliver sighed deeply and hit the button for the privacy window. “Vlad, please drop Mrs. Fox off at her apartment.”
“Miss Stewart,” I corrected, my tone icy.
“The hell you are. Our divorce is not final. You’re Mrs. Fox,” he shot back, his eyes blazing.
“Only if you can convince me,” I replied, a challenge in my voice.
“I’ll give it everything I’ve got,” he promised, leaning closer.
We pulled up to my apartment less than two minutes later since Vlad had been driving in circles. I reached for the door handle, but Oliver grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him and planting a hard kiss on my lips.
That familiar electricity surged through me at the touch of his mouth. I wasn’t over him, and I knew I never would be. He was my one and only, but he didn’t need to know that right away. I pulled away, giving him a dirty look.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he murmured, his breath hot against my lips.
I glanced down at his shorts, noticing they were slightly tented. “Jesus Christ, Oliver, it was only a kiss.”
“Forgive me. Next time we’re together, I’ll try to control myself,” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.
