Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Her expression grows serious, then she says, “I don’t know whether I’ll be able to have children. I had a shattered pelvis, and they had to reconstruct my bladder. You know all about the kidney failure.” She lets out a sigh. “It’s not something I’ve thought about until now.”
“We’ll adopt,” I say. “You’ve been through enough, and I don’t want the strain of a pregnancy putting your life in danger.
She looks up at me. “Really? You won’t mind?”
I shake my head. “Not at all.” While we’re on the subject, I mention, “We need to get you a birth control implant. I don’t want any accidents happening.”
“Okay.”
Pushing her onto her back, I cover her breast with my hand and press kisses to her jaw. “God, I love your body.”
Skylar reaches for the drawer and grabs a condom. “On your back,” she orders. “I want to be on top.”
Grinning, I do as my woman says, and I lean back against the pillows. While she rolls the condom onto my cock, I’m struck, once again, with how much I love her.
It just happened, and I had zero say in the matter. One second I wanted to strangle her, and the next, I wanted to fuck her.
Chapter 36
Skylar
The past week has been pretty uneventful. Other than going to the clinic for the implant, I haven’t left the penthouse.
I’m wiping down the counters when I realize I’m not a prisoner anymore.
Swinging around, I look at Renzo and say, “I can go out.”
“What?” he mumbles before he lifts his head from where he was reading something on his phone.
“I can leave the penthouse.”
A frown forms on his forehead. “Yeah?”
“I need to go to the mansion to get my wallet.” I begin to walk to the elevator, then pause to ask, “Can Vincenzo or Fabrizio give me a ride?”
There’s still a frown on Renzo’s face as he asks, “You want to go out? Right now?”
“Yes.” If he tells me I can’t, I’ll lose my shit.
“Okay.”
Excitement bursts in my chest, and when we enter the elevator, I grin up at him.
The corner of his mouth lifts, and gripping hold of my jaw, he presses a hard kiss to my mouth. “Your smile will be the end of me.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re fucking stunning when you smile,” he mutters.
The doors slide open, and as we walk to the Bentley, Renzo tells the guards, “We’re heading to the Davies mansion.”
During the drive, my excitement dies away, and my grief crawls back into my heart.
Renzo notices my change in mood, and linking our fingers together, he kisses the back of my hand.
It’s something Dad used to do when I was in the hospital, and the memory has me taking a deep breath while I do my best to stop the grief from overwhelming me.
It’s getting easier to fight back the tears, but the pain is still raw, and I don’t expect it to lessen anytime soon.
When the Bentley pulls up to the mansion, I glance around the garden that needs tending. I’ll have to decide what to do with the place. It’s big and needs a lot of upkeep.
We climb out of the car, and as we walk to the front door, I say, “I think I should sell the property.”
“Whatever you want, amo. I can handle the sale for you,” Renzo offers while he unlocks the door.
For the past three years, Dad’s handled all the finances, and Renzo took over when he kidnapped me. At some point, I’ll have to take back control.
I probably need to get a cellphone if I’m going to look for work.
I’ll have to update my resume.
I have no idea what my bank accounts look like.
“You okay?” Renzo asks as we walk through the foyer.
“I’m just thinking about everything I have to do. Dad took control of my life after the car accident, and then you happened.”
He tugs me to a stop at the foot of the stairs and turns me so I’ll look at him.
“What do you mean by everything?”
“I need to sort out the bank accounts. I don’t have a cellphone. I want to start working again.” I gesture around the foyer. “I have to pack up everything.”
Lifting his hands to the sides of my neck, he leans down and holds my gaze captive. “I can do all of that for you.”
I take hold of his wrist and ask, “You won’t mind?”
“No, amo. Not at all. You’re mine, and it’s my job to take care of you.”
“You don’t think it’s pathetic that I let my dad handle everything?”
He shakes his head and pulls me against his chest. “No. You were on the brink of death and had to deal with a kidney transplant. If anything, I think you’re fucking strong.”
Closing my eyes, I let Renzo’s words sink in before I whisper, “I miss him.”
“I know.” Renzo brushes his palm over my hair. “But you have me, and I meant it when I said I’ll take care of you.”