AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I looked up at him. "Thank you."
He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead. "I love you, Elsa. More than words can say."
We continued to dance, the music wrapping around us like a warm embrace. Despite my pregnancy, I felt light on my feet, buoyed by the love and tenderness that surrounded us.
As the song came to an end, Duncan held me close, his eyes reflecting the twinkling lights of the city. "You and our baby are my world," he whispered. "I will always do everything I can to make you happy."
I smiled. "And you make me happier than I ever thought possible." I took a deep breath and gave him the words that I knew he wanted to hear. "I love you, Duncan, and I want us to live together again."
He nuzzled my cheek. "I've got news for you, baby; we already are."
I chuckled and rested against him. "Yes, we are. But now I don't have to pretend to be asleep while I use your body to have an orgasm."
He laughed, and it was a clean and happy sound. "And I don't have to pretend to rush to the bathroom so I can jack off because you get me so hot. But tonight, we're going to sleep here, where it all began."
"When I was a hooker?"
He pulled away so I could look at him. "No, baby, when I fell in love with you."
Chapter 36
Duncan
Vincent took his time to take care ofthings. I was not involved because he wanted it that way. I wasn't part of his organization, and I was fine with that.
But while we sat for dinner in Elsa's apartment with Dean, Thierry, Angelique, and my thirty-two-week pregnant wife, I got the text message. It simply said:It's done.
I sighed in relief.
"What?" Elsa asked.
I shook my head and kissed her nose. "Later," I whispered.
Thierry's phone buzzed right after. He read the message, and his eyes found mine. He lifted his chin toward me, and I nodded in acknowledgment. I had told Thierry about my meeting withVincent to assure him that the Pascal Fournier problem would be solved.
"You've got to get back to work," Dean complained. "I've got to return to Hong Kong. We have two auctions planned back-to-back. Damian is going to kick your ass if you don't pick up the slack here."
"Yes." I put an arm around my wife. "I can do that."
Elsa looked at me cautiously and I brushed my lips close to her ear, "I'll tell you later, I promise."
A week ago, we decided to look for a bigger place in the Marais so Elsa could be close to the bakery. It meant I had to deal with Paris traffic or the Metro, but I preferred to be inconvenienced over my wife.
She'd fought me on it; of course, she had.
"I like my apartment. I don't like yours," she immediately said when I mentioned that we'd need more room once the baby arrived. Her apartment had one bedroom, so there was no space for a nursery.
"Where do you want to put the baby?" I asked calmly.
"We'll figure it out," she shrugged.
"Elsa,ma douce, come on. I'll get rid of my apartment. Okay? Now, let's find a place for us. Can we do that?"
"I don't want to live in some fancy arrondissement. I want to be close to Délices d'Elsa."
"Deal."
When we looked at a few places online, she complained about how much they cost. For a woman who was married to a man with more money than he'd need in several lifetimes, Elsa was cagey as fuck when it came to spending money. She reminded me a little of Emilia, who was stingy as hell. A few months ago, while I was in Las Vegas, she managed to manipulate me into paying for a sex-filled weekend for her and Damian at the Bellagio. I didn't mind. I loved how Emilia was down to earth, aswas Elsa. And I could afford it. Now, if only I could convince my wife about that.
