He shook his head. “Nope. The Silvermans don’t have girls.”
I’d see about that, because one thing I always wanted was a little baby girl.
The mega mansion was unreal. I mean who needed ten bedrooms, six bathrooms, and a two bedroom pool house, not to mention two pools and a spa. The beach was only a short walk away separated by a cliff. The high wire security fence surrounded the cliffs. There was a gate and stairs down to the beach.
“What do you think of our home?” Carl paused and clutched my hand stopping me from moving toward the house. He raised his eyebrow.
Turning to face him I tried to think of nice things to say. It was nice, I suppose, if I was into marble, glass, mosaic, and expensive bland colors for furniture. “So, do you ever sit or do anything in the white living room? I mean your decorator liked white sofas. They’re everywhere.” Maybe Carl didn’t want children because this house was definitely not child friendly. The expensive vases and art, that should add color and character—but didn’t— just made the house feel more like a museum.
He shrugged. “No. I suppose it’s not very practical.”
“Ha, practical. None of this mini palace is practical. There is no way this house is a family house. I mean, well...” I ran my fingers through my hair. Carl, got me flustered just thinking of having a family with him. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, I barely knew this man. The pull I felt for him kept getting stronger. I was at the stage where I think I should just let it all be and stop fighting. Let whatever was going happen, happen. Stuff it. I gaze up at him. “This house isn’t somewhere I’d bring children up in. It needs a lot of changes before I would even consider it.”
If I thought what I said would deter him in any way, I was totally wrong. His lips quirked up and his eyes sparkled. “So you’re thinking of a family with me?” I opened my mouth to tell him that he started it, when he grabbed me and captured my mouth with his. His tongue demanded I open, and I did, meeting him with my own. His hand slid down my back and he cupped my arse.
His smack on my butt had me squealing, breaking our kiss and backing up. “What was that for?”
“To make sure you’re paying attention.”
Narrowing my gaze I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well you have it now.”
“I love when your temper spikes, you turn the prettiest pink.” I growled and he laughed. “So cute.”
“I’d shut it and tell me why you wanted my attention before my anger escalates and I call Sherlock to attack.” The arse thought that was hilarious and his laughter became so deep he was holding his stomach.
“That mutt adores me.” I hated that it was true. My dog was a damn traitor.
Turning, I walked back toward the house, ignoring the man howling with laughter. I didn’t get far before arms circled my waist and brought me against a hard chest, still shaking with chuckles.
“Stop. Wait. Okay, I’ll tell you.” He spun me and tilted my chin up. “This house is yours now too. You can decorate it however you like.” He sighed. “I’ll even go furniture shopping with you.”
“What happens if we break up? What will your next girlfriend think of the things I buy?”
His snarl had me wiggling to get out of his hold and ready to run. Carl looked positively deadly, like an animal that had just had his first meal in months taken from him. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. You. Are. It.” I maneuvered out of his hold and backed up. “There will never be anyone else. So there will never be a break up.” The growl in his voice had me turning tail and running. I didn’t get more than a couple of steps before I was picked up and thrown over his shoulder, my arse smacked. “I’m going to show you just how you could never live without me.”
Oh shit. I so shouldn’t be turned on by this, but the panties that I’d worn were soaked and I was so ready for Carl to show me anything. Oh God, what the hell had Carl Silverman done to me?
Carl
If I wasn’t sure the curse was real before, I knew it was now. I lay next to the most beautiful woman in the world, my dick hard as a rock and I hadn’t done anything but hold Annabelle tonight. She was tired and I knew the night’s before marathon of sex had taken its toll and she was sore.
.I hated to admit this, but right now I was grateful to the gift the gypsies had given the Silvermans. If I was being truthful, I never would have noticed Annabelle if it wasn’t for the curse. She wasn’t someone I would give a second look and for that I felt like a massive idiot, because I would have missed out on an amazing woman. She was perfect for me. I didn’t think I’d laughed or enjoyed myself this much in years. I loved how feisty she was and that she wasn’t afraid of me or scared of my surname.