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I nodded. I knew he loved me and I loved him as well. Thierry was my best friend, brother, and family all wrapped up in one.
"If at any point you feel this isn't right or no longer working for you, you can tell me, and I'll take care of you."
Thierry had told me that when I had confessed how I'd gotten pregnant. He was ready to fight Papa and the world if need be.
But when Duncan seemed to be fine with getting married—or maybe because I wanted to see and believe that; I had agreed to marry him. Foolishly, I'd thought that Duncan would also want to marry me since Iwaspregnant withhischild. Now, I felt like his hand hadbeen forced and that bothered and scared me.
"It doesn't feel rightnow," I admitted. "ButI know that he and I need time." I slumped, then. "You know he has a fuck pad in the Ritz?"
"Hmm." Thierry let me go and continued to pack.
"Do you think he plans to continue to see escorts?" Just the thought of that made me feel queasy. I put a hand on my stomach to calm myself.
Thierry raised his head. "You tell him, if he does that, I'll fuck him up."
I grinned. "If he wants to, Thierry, there isn't much you or I can do."
"Arealman doesn't cheat on his wife," Thierry declared.
"Maybe he doesn't think this is arealmarriage. It certainly feels likeIam thewrongbride."
"Els, just talk to him openly. You can't just assume how he feels. If you're going to make this work, you need to communicate."
I sighed, sinking onto my bed. "I know. But it’s so hard. He’s so distant, and I don’t know how to reach him."
Thierry sat beside me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You have to try for your sake and for the baby’s. Tell him how you feel, what you’re worried about. He might surprise you."
I nodded, knowing he was right. "I guess I don’t have a choice. I can’t keep running away from this. That's morehisstyle."
We finished packing, and I took a last look around my apartment. The thought of leaving this place, even temporarily, made my heart ache.
I looked at my kitchen and quirked an eyebrow. "You know what they say about the way to a man's heart? It's always through the stomach."
Thierry snorted. "I always say that women are aiming just a little too high."
"You think a blowjob has more power than good food?"
"I'm a man, so yeah."
"Bet on it?"
"Hell, yeah."
I took a deep breath, smiling. "If I win, you open theboulangeriefor two weeks in a row." We took turns opening. He did one week, and I did the other.
"And if you lose?"
"I'll open it for two weeks in a row?" I offered.
"Oh no, baby, then you're going to make me an Opéra cake."
Due to its complexity, I only made Opéra cake, a classic French dessert for special occasions. It consisted of multiple thin layers of almond sponge cake soaked in coffee syrup, layered with coffee buttercream and chocolate ganache, and topped with a chocolate glaze. It took time and effort, and I much preferred eating this baked by someone other than by me.
"Deal." I walked up to the kitchen and started to pull out spices; and then pots and pans I was going to take to Duncan's place.
Chapter 4
Duncan
