The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance) novel Chapter 185

These are things people figure out before they marry someone, and here we are, already invested and now I’m thinking about the fact I should have told him this already.

Babies! Not a fucking chance in hell.

He won’t know, unless he did read all my journals, but even then. I wouldn’t say it was obvious from those diary excerpts that my inability to have kids was permanent or even a blessing. I went over the abortion and such and the after-effects and recovery, but I don’t think I ever spelt it out, in black and white, that my body no longer produces eggs for any chance of fertilisation.

How do you tell the man cradling a newborn like he was born to do so if that’s where his hopes lie then it won’t happen with me?

How do I tell him that I can’t give him this and wouldn’t want to even if I could?

Is this what he wants?

The happy 2.4 children, family home and Carrero expected happily ever after?

Jesus Christ. Fuck, fuckity, fuck.

I never thought something so stupid could be the end of us, and now it’s staring me in the face like a huge dark hole just about to pull me in and crush me to oblivion. He’s a Carrero and their family is of all-consuming importance to them; of course, he would want to carry on his lineage and make a new generation of little Alexis. I was so stupid to never even think of this before now. It changes everything.

I literally lose all strength; limbs turn to jelly and my blood runs icy. It’s hard to take a breath and tears prick at my eyes as all I have held onto the last few days turns to dust in my fingers and I can’t hold on anymore.

“What’s wrong, you look like you’re on the verge of hyperventilating? What is it?” Alexi hands off the baby to an appearing Alessandra, expertly and smoothly, who instantly coos and mollycoddles the ugly little bundle of diaper rash and sleepless nights and I try to blink away the mounting tears. Even she, the sexy lingerie model, has more maternal instincts in her pinkie than I have in my whole being. It just adds to the devastation of my heart and I can’t even look at him.

“I’m just … tired. Heat … umm … jet lag.” I stammer out my excuses but that telltale frown shows he knows I’m talking shit. He knows me just as well as I know him, and he is not buying my sudden deterioration as anything other than what it seems to him. That I’m upset.

“Let’s go get some air in the shade.” He doesn’t wait for a refusal, bossy mode initiated, he just hoists me to my feet sharply by the hand, so I cannot even refuse, and pulls me towards the darkest part of the garden behind some huge outbuildings. I stumble as I walk, trying to keep up with his brisk pace, and I can feel the tension beginning to come off him in droves as he gets agitated with my sudden change of mood. I trip a couple of times now I have my heels back on and they don’t do well with thick grass. He stops to pull them off my feet for me, face a picture of seriousness, and without saying a word, tosses them aside out of the way so we can leave them here, and continues pulling me after him.

“Where are you taking me?” I watch him warily, questioning as my head does a three thousand miles a minute somersault, and I turn into a melting pot of anxiety, devastation and worst outcomes for our forever. It’s all just gone up in a puff of smoke in my brain. My insides are screaming, my heart bleeding and I’m dreading the words I know I need to say to him.

“To be alone, and you are going to tell me why you suddenly look like you’re either going to cry, throw up or pass out.” It’s a stern statement, that usual emotionless tone but I can tell he’s concerned. My face is heating up which means my cheeks are clearly getting some colour back, but I’m trembling, and I really don’t feel good at all. I feel like I’m sliding into quicksand and there will be that moment of panic as suffocation snubs me out. Standing on a precipice.

How the hell do I tell him and burst our happy bubble once and for all?

I cling onto his hand for dear life, almost like it’s my last chance to touch him, even though I know that’s stupid. My overthinking, terrified insecure brain going into overdrive. My own worst enemy sometimes and I tremble all over.

He gets us out of sight behind the building, along a tree line and little private path that seems to lead to another building, stopping me in the space and turns me so I can lean back against the wall and look at him. It’s a secluded private space in complete shadow, with no prying eyes, where we can be completely alone. Caught between a huge fence and a building with an overhanging of thick foliage.

I wonder if this was a known hiding place for him when he lived here.

Steadying my trembling body and trying to take a normal breath to inflate my painful lungs. I swallow hard to curb tears and try to avoid that penetrating stare as he eats into my soul with a dissecting look. I lose all bravado under his scrutiny and sink back, sighing it all out to just crumble under his presence. Knowing it will come out, either way, it’s inevitable.

“Is that what you want? Babies, a family and all the stereotypical life with a wife BS?” I gesture back towards the path we came, it all comes out in a desperate gush, bordering on tears and I literally fall apart. My cool, composed act dissolves wholly and I wrap myself up in my own arms, eyes filling as I watch him for the devastating answer that’s about to shred my heart to pieces.

“Do I want babies? Life with wife BS? What has gotten into you?” He just sounds dumbfounded and a little amused by my question and totally misses the point completely. Reaching out to touch my face with a gentle hand but I push it away, unable to bear it right now while our future hangs in the balance.

“Do you see us having kids? Is that what you planned or hoped for, is that what you need in your happy future?” This time it’s a low-key wail and the tears threatening to burst forth spill out gently, warmth sliding down my cheeks, but Alexi just stares at me as though I have two heads.

“Why are you bringing this up now? Is this what’s gotten you so upset?” It’s not an answer, it’s another deflection, and it breaks me. Pathetic woman once more with tears and ridiculous over emotional reactions turning into a sodden mess at this guy’s feet. I start to sniff and whimper pathetically.

“I can’t … babies are a no, ever. Even if I wanted to keep you by giving you one. I couldn’t. That life, that dream will never be a reality if you stick with me, Alexi. I can’t have kids and I don’t even want any if I could. There’s no future for us if that’s what you need.” It’s blurted out in a trembling mess, splattered with sniffs and tears as I get myself all twisted up inside and hysterical, awaiting death by divorce. He has no clue how deeply this will destroy me. Losing him now, after everything, will be the end of me. My lungs completely deflate, and I struggle so hard to catch my breath.

“Jesus Christ, Cam. You see me cuddle my niece and suddenly, you’re having a meltdown thinking I want to knock you up and reproduce. Calm down and take a breath.”

It’s a weird tone I cannot read, and I just blink at him, hopeless at stopping my tears. He seems at a loss about whether to touch me or not, his hand hovering and then he straightens up and looks away for a second to regain his own composure. His frown smoothing as he adopts a gentler expression and comes back at me. He leans in against the wall, placing a hand over my head so he can get close without properly touching me and sighs. Moving in so he’s right against me and it brings me to focus rather than my flailing erratic crying.

“I know you can’t have kids. I read your journals. It’s never been an issue, and the reason we haven’t talked about this is I figured it was obvious I knew. Even before, we never used protection and yet you never asked me why?” That soft tone of my gentle lover, the eyes I love caressing me with a tenderness he reserves for me when I’m fragile. Low and sultry, calming me with words. I stop dying by suffocation and take a quick gasping breath.

“What?” My brain is trying to process and filter what he is saying, and the expression on his overly calm face as I wipe at my sodden cheeks, helps me feel slightly less hysterical at his response. I expected shock at my revelation but then I am one for jumping two feet first into wrong conclusions.

It’s obvious he knew all along as he seems completely unfazed.

“I have never used condoms with you. You never once queried that. I figured you were on birth control at first, hospital tested you as clean but then after … you never asked so …”

“I don’t get what you’re saying.” I stutter and stammer at the same time as trying to get myself back to calm and normal. I have a vague memory of the hospital asking if I would consent to a complete health sweep, which included sexual health, when I was there, and it dawns on me that he probably requested it before putting me in his club. Pre-vetting his chances of catching an STD from me back when he acted like sex would never happen.

Dickhead.

Alexi straightens up, inhales, runs his hands through his hair and fixes me with a very serious expression. Slightly agitated and that restless energy peeking through. This is him stressed, now I know what it looks like. It sobers me and I just steady myself, looking at his profile.

“I don’t want kids. Why would I? With my history and my issues, what kind of father would I be? What would I pass on and why would I put my kids in danger the way my father did with us? It’s bad enough worrying about keeping you safe twenty-four seven, I just couldn’t be a father. I never saw kids in my future either and still don’t.” He pulls me to him, meeting no rejection from my limp self this time and wipes my face gently, removing the traces of tears as I silently gawp at him, really taking in what he is saying.

“Maybe right now you feel that way, but what if one day …” I start again, brain doing what she always does, picking everything apart to mess me up more than I am already. That infernal deep-rooted insecurity that I will never truly deserve happiness.

“I had a vasectomy ten years ago, Cam.” It’s a straight-faced, factual statement, and he throws it out there between us with a thud.

Bam!

“Huh?” I really do gawp like a goldfish this time, mouth widening and just blink like a weirdo. All hysteria slapped silent and his words are like an icy bucket of water on a very small fire. I just sizzle to nothing.

“Why?” I’m not sure I know how to react.

“For all the reasons I just told you, and to make sure a one-night fuck didn’t come back at me with an unwanted pregnancy. Women are devious and things can fail.”

We both stand there for a moment letting this sit between us in the cool air of the shade. A silent, tense moment as my brain processes this and he waits on me to catch up, hand still tracing gentle lines on my cheek as he soothes me and dries my face.

Alexi made sure he would never reproduce, on purpose. That stubborn calculating head, ten years ago now, decided that kids would be a never. I know him. He doesn’t make decisions lightly when they are this serious, and his expression tells me he doesn’t regret it one bit.

He truly was made for me in every way.

I lose all doubt, my sadness and panic dispersing as though all this was nothing.

After a long moment, I slide my other hand into his and relax a little when he tangles our fingers together snugly. Believing him, feeling reassured by what he’s told me. Inhaling slowly to self-calm and locking eyes on his to gauge if he is being one hundred percent honest with me.

“I thought they were reversible, so one day you might decide …” It’s an unsteady, trembling whisper. I just need to be a hundred percent certain this won’t come back to bite me.

“Nope. Not a chance. I never want kids. I made that decision a long time ago and even marrying you hasn’t changed my mind on that. I don’t need kids when my family produce babies every few months, there are always kids to borrow and hand back at family lunches. It’s a moot subject and always will be.”

That stubborn, commander and chief and his word is law. This time I get a tiny smile from him, a hint at humour, and I shake my head trying to take it in and remove all doubts and fears slowly. My nerves returning to calm and I’m left drained and emotional from my ten-minute meltdown.

“I don’t like babies or small people. I don’t want to borrow any in the first place.” I shake my head in disgust, the thought of baby vomit and dirty diapers are a no for me, and I guess I want no more illusions or misunderstandings on this front. Confident in our love once more and finding my stability again as my voice returns to normal. Disaster averted.

“I can live with that. Babies kind of kill the Mafia boss street cred, anyway.” He smiles properly this time, a warm chuckle that melts me to my core and makes it all okay again. He pushes me back against the wall a tad forcefully, so he can lean in to rest his nose against mine and completely cages me in with his body, so I’m cocooned in all that is him. He trails another soft stroke down my cheek, igniting tingles and fireworks inside me and completely calms me, finally, eyes locked and air filled with his scent.

“It’s more fun making the baby than having one, in my opinion. We get all the perks with no chance of disaster.” It’s a grin, dimples and all, and this time I giggle through the watery mess I made of myself.

“Now on that, I agree. Maybe we can just go home and get right to that instead of this little shindig.” I need that sort of pick me up after this stupid meltdown.

“That’s a good idea. I think we are more than done here and some time alone will put this to bed. I need to make some calls and sort some shit out too. Let’s get out of here.” Alexi leans in and kisses me into submission, hands skimming my curves as he raises my body heat with tongue and tonsil action before pulling away, leaving me breathless. My body peaks up faster than normal considering he left me unfulfilled from our earlier rendezvous and the emotional wailing is replaced by the horny moaning of a girl in desperate need of sex. Almost like flipping a switch.

“Can I tell your mother we’re leaving, to go shag and have some more dirty whore sex?’ I twinkle a mischievous smile his way wickedly, and he shakes his head at me, that sexy smile spreading across that flawless set of pearly whites.

“I think you and my mother should be kept apart indefinitely. For my sake more than anyone. I’ll say our goodbyes while you take off your underwear and get warmed up. I’ll get us out of here faster if all I can think about is your lack of panties under that dress.” Another quick kiss and a fondle between my thighs have me nodding in utter submission. Body fully ignited when his warm hand teases me into full-blown cravings.

“Naughty boy,” I whisper seductively leaning up to suck on his bottom lip and deliver a little nibble as I do so, pulling an equally seductive groan from him, turning to putty in my expert hands. I push him back aggressively and lean over to remove my thong sexily, slowly and deliberately, aware of his eyes trailing my hands as I do so and putting on a show, leaving it to slide down the last length of one ankle before lifting my foot and pressing it to his groin firmly. Hooked like a little offering on my manicured toe.

“Little present for you. Something to keep you cosy until we get home and I can replace it with something warmer.” I rub my foot up and down his crotch, feeling out the growing bulge, satisfied with the hardness I feel forming before he lifts my foot off and slides the nude coloured lace off the last inches and puts them inside his jacket pocket. Eyes on me, steadily eating into me as he pictures me out of this dress, no doubt. Lust evident on him as it is on me and it gives me a huge sense of power knowing I have this much of an effect on him.

“What am I going to do with you?” He smirks, and that sexy gleam of horniness in his eye tells me exactly what he intends to do with me when we get back. It excites me on so many levels I can almost taste the desire growing thick inside me. I have plans of my own too, something that has been at the back of my mind the last few days, niggling away. A detail I have been pondering as we grow closer.

Something he will like and will be a huge leap of faith and trust for me.

I want to make him happy, and I know how to do it. More so now that this little issue has been brought to the forefront and made me feel insecure for all of ten minutes. Alexi is about to become a contented little husband with a wife who is willing to meet all his needs.

Alexi leads the way from the garden, scooping up my shoes as we pass and splits away from me to jog over and tell his family we are leaving. I idle by the path at this far edge and pull my shoes on as I wait for him. Watching him with a strange contentment stilling my nerves as various family members hug and kiss him. Looking so at home with them and much more relaxed than when we arrived. My stupid tears have stopped, and I just feel in great need of being naked and joined to him to wipe away my dumb insecurity.

I note his father giving him a goodbye hug that lasts longer than anyone else, but his mother is nowhere to be seen. I shrug it off, wondering if she has returned to her basement to go throw some bat wings in her cauldron. Maybe gone to stuff more decapitated heads for her secret collection. Bet she has a whole cupboard of voodoo dolls stashed away with Alexi’s face on. I’m sure I’ll get added now.

Alexi comes back to me as I get to the edge of the lawn, wandering slowly so he could catch up and slides a hand in mine, throwing me a handsome smile and a quick kiss to my cheek before we continue. It pulls a happy smile from me and I thank my stars he is who he is, and no longer that bastard I fell in love with months ago. He has surpassed all I thought he could be in every way.

“Ready, sexy? I can’t wait to get you home. These bad boys are burning a hole in my pocket.” He pats the chest of his leather jacket where my underwear nestles, and I grin at him.

“Let’s not do this again in a hurry. I now see why you rarely venture home.” I point out and get a smile and a shrug from him which signals both ‘let’s drop it’ and ‘yeah, I agree’. My poor lost boy and his mother issues. Something I need to work on with him so he can learn to cut that bitch’s hold on him and set it loose. I took a long time to do the same with my sad excuse of a mother, but he will be free to smile more when that black cloud stops raining on his parade every day.

“My mother is inside greeting some new arrivals so if we use the side door, we might just avoid her altogether.” It’s a tense tone, his agitation swirling again, and I guess it won’t be a bad thing to swerve her completely. For his sanity and to avoid any ugliness in the absence of his father. He is obviously eager to get out of here and worried about another scene.

I don’t doubt that she might get nasty if we run into her without him once again. She seems like a snide manipulative bitch who would be that underhanded.

Alexi leads me through patio doors into a large kitchen that is nestled to one side, and the house suddenly seems gloomy and silent compared to the outside sun and noise of babbling people. Eerily so. We walk across to the main door on a cold tiled floor, which is flanked by a couple of doors inside the kitchen that seem completely out of place. We are almost at the exit when we catch the sound of his mother’s voice drifting this way and coming closer.

“Come to the kitchen with me and I will make you a coffee before we head out.” Her shrill, Italian accented tone grating on me instantly.

Alexi flicks a look my way before changing route and hauls me into the door to the left, pulling me in fast and closing it as quietly as he can. So swift he almost knocks me off my feet and my heels barely touch the floor. We are suddenly encased in a dark room with no windows whatsoever, and I can’t tell if he just locked us in a larder. I can’t see shit.

“What are you doing?” I whisper hoarsely, grabbing onto him in the dark while my eyes adjust and he ushers me further in, bodily pushing me into the dark depths away from the door so she can’t hear us.

“Taking you on a detour to get by her. This is her study, there’s another door over the other side to the hall entry. We can leave that way.”

Alexi’s warm hands smooth around my shoulders and then to my waist as he feels me out to guide me and then curses loudly as he stubs his foot on something as we try to navigate in the dark. A grind of furniture on the wood floor as something heavy shifts with the impact of him.

“Shh,” I remind him, glancing back to where we came just in case she hears us, but the lack of her voice out there suggests the doors are thicker than they look, and sound doesn’t travel far.

He lets me go and I’m blinded by a sudden invasion of light as he switches on a desk lamp, and I realise I was walking right into a love seat in front of me. Another step and I would have been sprawled on top of it.

“She’s moved the furniture around.” Alexi points out before leaning down to rub his shin and I guess he got attacked by the arm of the same chair. It would have been a noisy topple with both of us colliding had he not found the light.

I blink around at the tiny room and immediately see something blatantly obvious.

The starchy cold neutral décor that lacks character and a dozen family portraits hung around the wall with one member missing in them all—Alexi.

Could she be any more pathetic?

It enrages me instantly, my blood simmering to a boil so fast my cheeks flush with heat and I have the sudden urge to stab her smug face in the portrait over her desk with anything sharp I can find.

I scan the room, taking in the clear desk with only a leather desk pad on view, everything clean and orderly, minimal décor, even the lack of trinkets and books on the shelves dotted around. There’s not even a telephone or a laptop on the surface of her overly expensive desk. The whole room is devoid of personality, much like her, and her dislike of her child is pretty fucking evident.

Alexi doesn’t look around, just scoops my hand up and leads me to a door on the far wall to get us out of here. Head intent on leaving. I have the urge to stop and pee in her huge ficus plant by the door as we leave, just to leave her a little unknown hate message.

“Fuck. It’s locked,” Alexi mutters as he tries the handle ahead of me then scoops to look around and possibly find a key or something to get it open. I’m sure someone like him isn't against lock picking and I wonder if he is looking for something to do that with.

“So, what now?” I get bored after watching him rummage in a nearby unit for thirty seconds as he exhales heavily. Obviously annoyed that we’re trapped too.

“She said coffee, right? That will take minutes at the most, so we wait and head out when she’s gone. We just need to listen by the door for the all clear.” He straightens up and gives me an apologetic half smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and I blow out air in frustration.

“I feel like a teenager hiding from a scalding.” I point out and Alexi crumples up his face adoringly and shrugs my way.

“We are technically doing just that.”

He makes me giggle and I immediately cover my mouth to hush myself up as he walks back to the door we came through, presses his ear to it and becomes instantly still and silent. He exhales and wanders back to me with an unamused look on that chiselled face.

“They are in there chatting away so shouldn’t be long. She likes to make fresh coffee for arrivals.”

Yet, she didn’t for us!

He walks to the desk and plonks his butt on the edge and just gazes at me. Not at all impressed with the predicament we are in, and I know my knickers in his pocket will be reminding him of what is being delayed. He’s not a patient guy at all and delaying sex for something like this is putting him in a sour mood. I reckon this house, her, and all of today is something he just wants rid of so we can go back to our carefree lounging in bed again and forget all this shit. I want to go back to the city and back to his apartment and forget everything for a few days. I feel like we need some downtime to hibernate together. So much has happened in such a short time and my head is still reeling from it all.

“You know … we can amuse ourselves as long as we’re quiet.” I point out and wander over to him to slide my hands up his abdomen and under his jacket to feel out those delicious pecks and that washboard stomach. Fed up with waiting when he is over here looking crazily fuckable with just a hint of broken little boy. That look always gets me needing so badly to save him.

“Hmm.” He doesn’t sound convinced, so I nudge myself up against him, forcing his legs apart to accommodate me and aim straight for the jugular. Pressing my body to his and snuggling up close so I can both feel him up and feel him against me. I cover his tanned throat with gentle teasing kisses as my hands smooth down that bulky body and run over the waist of his trousers heading for their prime target.

Alexi catches my wrists and pulls away to look me in the eye. Stopping my slow easy groping with a look that says, ‘not here’.

“This is my mother’s study. It’s disrespectful in many ways. We should just wait and put this on the back burner until we get back to the house.” His words say one thing but the look on his face and the way his eyes lock on my mouth say another. Alexi is stirring with untamed lust too.

“Only if we get caught.” I smile wickedly and aim for his mouth, leaning in further to plant a kiss on him. Much like his power over me, Alexi relaxes into my kiss and parts his lips to let me get my tongue inside that mouth. Tracing my tongue over his, intoxicated with the delicious taste of him and pushing him into a passionate make-out session. As soon as his hands loosen, I wriggle mine free and go straight to unbuttoning his trousers. Not backing down that easily. He’s not the only one who can seduce into submission, and he needs to learn we both have skills for doing it.

“Cam!” Alexi warns, pulling away from my lips and again attempts to stop me by catching my hands, and this time he brings them up to his face to lightly kiss my knuckles apologetically. Indecision flickering over that face and I lean past him and flick the lamp off.

“Maybe with no lights you might feel less inclined to remember where we are. It’s just a room, and we never got to finish what you started on your desk at the club. I’ve had crazy, horny fantasies about you fucking me on a desk since then.” I point out, licking my lips before going back to administering kisses and nibbles across his throat. Undeterred because he isn’t pushing me away from him despite stilling my hands. Alexi is wavering between no sex because this is Mummy’s room and full-blown desk sex because he wants it.

He’s infuriating me with his lack of getting involved, but I’m not easily swayed. A part of me wants to defile this room with him, just because the bitch has excluded him in every way and no way deserves his respect. She makes him miserable and singles him out as something broken. Fucking him on her desk will give me great pleasure imagining her sitting here to compose whatever holier than thou correspondence she fills her mundane life with, right where her son nailed me. In my immature brain, it seems like the ideal way to deliver juvenile payback.

Alexi allows my kisses and slowly runs his hand up my thigh to my waist before pushing me away again gently, just enough to bring my face back to his and stop my serious heavy petting. I sigh again loudly.

“It’s wrong …” he starts, looking so young and unsure. I don’t like it. It’s not who he is, and she has so much to answer for.

“Shh. What’s wrong in screwing your wife? No one will find out; it can be our naughty little secret,” I point out, cutting off his verbal rejections and slide right back in. His body is telling me he is getting turned on and thinking about it, but his mind is putting that prick of a woman at the forefront and probably chastising him for always disappointing her. I can feel his erection growing against my pelvis and the way his hands are itching to roam my body. His kiss alone tells me he’s hornier than hell.

“It’s not that.” Alexi sounds forlorn and utterly deflated and I step back, and even though he can’t see me, I frown at him harshly. Disappointed in the hold she has over him and a little pissed that of all people, I can’t break it. I’m meant to be his queen and I should have way more sway than her. I at least deserve his respect and care, she does not.

“Fine, if you won’t fuck me then I will just amuse myself, get off the desk I want to sit there.” I shove him playfully and smile when he obeys and moves, pushing past and feeling my way out to get to the edge, turn and slide myself onto it. His hand stays on my shoulder so he can feel where I am, and he comes back to me. Standing so close I can feel the electric sizzle in the air around us. Supercharged sexually and still inhaling that favourite scent of his. My insides turning themselves inside out with the need to have sex, now he has me all antsy and turned on.

“If you won’t play with me, maybe I will just play with myself. I’m knickerless and horny. Turn on the light and watch if you want.” I utter seductively, emphasising my words with a huskier tone and slight purring. Knowing how to push my king’s buttons.

Undeterred with the lack of response as he mulls it over, I switch on the light anyway, smiling at his heavy hooded gaze that is fixed on me like a panther waiting to devour his kill. It’s exactly what I was hoping for.

I turn and slide my hands down over my breasts and down my dress, edging it up when I get to the hem so I can have full access to the little display I’m about to put on for him. I’m not shy about masturbating; I reckon it will change his mind pronto.

I wiggle and slide until it’s high enough to expose all I have and then lean back on one arm and slowly lower myself to lie across her desk, lifting my feet to the edge so he gets a full view. Legs akimbo, lady parts taking centre stage and I prepare to finger fuck myself until he joins in.

Alexi doesn’t wait to see if I will go ahead and self-pleasure; like a dog in heat, he’s on me in a second, lust taking over and pulls my body to the edge of the desk to butt his groin against my naked genitals. A little aggressive tug that bounces me against him and I elicit a happy giggle with the sudden change in him. He leans over me to capture me in a kiss that sends us into a frenzied passion and seals his fate. Alexi wants what I’m offering, and he just committed.

Screw you, Mummy Carrero. Your naughty boy is going to christen your desk, and I may leave my thong in the drawer as thanks.