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‘He’ll only roll straight back.’ Seeing her tense, Zavier grinned. ‘Here.’ She watched as his strong hand gently rolled the sleeping baby onto his back, never failing to marvel at how gentle and patient he was with his son. ‘He’s exhausted. It’s been a great day.’
‘Fantastic,’ Tabitha agreed, nestling against his chest as they admired their sleeping baby. ‘Your dad was so proud, and did you see the smile on my grandmother’s face?’
‘She’s looking really happy. Bruce must be good for her—at least she’s not gambling now. Mind you, they play a mean game of snap; I’ve never seen such concentration! I doubt Mum will pull the cards out next time they come for dinner. Anyway, enough about everyone else—there’s something for you downstairs.’
‘But we opened all the presents,’ Tabitha said as she walked behind him. ‘What’s this?’
‘It’s for you. Open it.’ His voice had gone strangely thick, and he couldn’t quite meet her eyes as she snapped open the large velvet box he handed her.
‘Oh, Zavier, it’s stunning.’ It was, too—a delicate neck chain, littered with rubies all different sizes. ‘There must be hundreds here.’
‘Forty,’ Zavier said gruffly. ‘One for each year of marriage. It’s the one my grandfather had made for my grandmother for their fortieth anniversary.’
‘Shouldn’t you be doing this in thirty-nine years?’ She watched the tiniest frown on his face. ‘I’ll still be around, Zavier. I’m not going anywhere; this is for keeps.’
‘I know.’ The frown vanished and his eyes lifted to hers. ‘I guess I just want to keep hearing it—anyway, it seems a shame to have something so beautiful locked away when you could be wearing it.’
He fastened it tenderly around her neck and followed her to the large mirror over the fireplace.
‘I can’t believe I nearly let you go.’
‘Don’t.’ Leaning against him, she closed her eyes, chasing away the nightmare of what could have been.#p#分页标题#e#
A world without Zavier.
‘Can I ask you something?”
‘Ask away,’ he mumbled, only half listening as he pulled back the wild red curls, exposing the hollow of her shoulder on which he rained tiny kisses.
‘Why don’t you sell the business? Your parents are fine, I’ve got my dance school and Aiden’s got his little gallery; what about taking the time to chase your dreams now?’
‘What dreams?’ He was working his way along her collarbone, peeling back the thin strap of her dress with his teeth as his fingers worked their magic on her yielding breasts.
‘Your dreams.’ Tabitha forced her mind onto the one-sided conversation, determined to see it through. ‘The ones you spoke about the night we got engaged.’
‘I don’t remember much talking. In fact all I can remember is this.’ His hand was creeping down now, her dress slithering over her softly rounded bottom.
‘The night we first got engaged, you said you had dreams…’
‘Oh, that night.’ In one easy motion he scooped her up, carrying her across the hall to the bedroom door, which he kicked impatiently open. ‘You talk too much.’
‘I’m serious, Zavier. I need to know if your dreams…’
‘Chased, caught and fulfilled. Does that answer your question?’
‘Honestly?’
Laying her on the bed, he slid down the last tiny remnant of her clothing before adding softly, ‘Beyond my wildest expectations…’
The Billionaire’s Pregnant Mistress
by Lucy Monroe
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG
STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID
PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
PROLOGUE
THE cold porcelain of the bathroom sink pressed against Alexandra Dupree’s forehead as she leaned against it, her stomach still heaving from its third early-morning upset in as many days. She dragged air into lungs starved by the unpleasant moments spent bent over the sink.
After a minute of doing nothing but breathe, she tentatively brought her body erect. A small twinge of nausea hit her, but she was able to control it. Okay, as unpleasant as this new early morning ritual had become, she had something even less pleasant to perform. She stared at the small white stick with all the wariness she would feel for a snake found curled around the base of the commode.