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Daniel kisses the top of my head like he used to when I was a child. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
He looks at me with such a sweet smile my heart skips a beat.
The way he smiles at me is sweet and almost shy. It makes my heart skip a beat and I step away from him, feeling flustered.
“Go ahead. Call HR. I’d love to see how that goes. Go ahead and tell them Mrs. Devereaux, your wife, is harassing you.”
“Tell me you’ll be mine for as long as we’re married, Alyssa. Promise me you’ll be mine like I am yours.”
“I missed you,” I whisper without thinking. Daniel tightens his hold on me. “I missed you too, baby,” he murmurs.
“You’re mine, Alyssa, and I’m done playing games. I’m done stepping aside and trying to do the right thing. You’re mine.”
“Tell me you’re mine, Alyssa. Officially from now on. No more games. No more blurred lines. No more flirting with other people and making each other jealous. No more guessing and no more miscommunication. I want you, heart and soul. Tell me you want that too.”
“Alyssa, I can’t believe you’re really lying here with me,” he whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’s looking at me so lovingly that my heart feels ready to burst. It’s like I’m all he can see, all he’ll ever want or need.
“You’re the only girl I’ve ever taken to the ballet and the only one I’ve ever sat and watched movies with on my sofa. You’re also the only girl I’ve ever cooked for and the only one to have entered my apartment. It’s a sacred space to me, and I’ve only ever shared it with you, your dad, and my family. You might not have had my every first, but you’ll have all my lasts. You’ll be the last girl I’ll ever sleep with. The last one I’ll ever take on dates and the last one I’ll ever kiss.”
“I need to put a ring on you, Wifey,” he says. “A tiny little collar for your finger. I’m sick and tired of men hanging around you, coveting what is
“Alyssa, baby… you better hear me when I say this,” he groans, thrusting into me harder. “I won’t ever let you go. I made that mistake once, and I’ll never do it again. I’m going to pursue you until you give in and agree to be mine again.”
“Hey babe, guess what? You owe me a new Aston Martin.”
It always used to make me smile whenever he’d gaze at you as though you’d hung the stars and the moon, when all you did was create a slideshow for a meeting. The man beamed whenever you’d offer him a cup of coffee.
How did I fail to notice that he’s always smiled at me like this, when he’d barely even look at others?
“Finally,” he whispers. “Finally, you’re truly mine. I love you to the moon and back, Alyssa Devereaux.” I giggle against his lips and rise to my tiptoes to kiss him again. “I love you too, husband dearest.”
