Chapter 39

Hannah

Six Months Later

“I don’t need you to hire a housekeeper or whatever you call a female butler!”

Tobias takes the water glass out of my hands and looks down at me with sensual eyes. Tall and muscle- bound, with a deceptively seductive smile. Gosh. Is it hot in here? He is basically walking sex.

“I don’t want you to put a strain on yourself, and that will happen since you’re carrying around the largest belly I’ve ever seen and refusing to take it easy.”

“The house needed cleaning!”

Tobias sighs. “Our life would be much easier if you let me hire this housekeeper. You wouldn’t have to move a muscle, and I wouldn’t have to go to work worrying about you.”

“I can still do basic tasks. I’m not that big…”

Tobias’s eyelashes flicker down, and his smile grows when I pout at him. We both know I’m huge, but my pride doesn’t allow me to admit it. Tobias won’t repeat himself, either.

Instead, he looks amused. “No, of course not. How silly of me. My wife is as tiny and fragile as a flower,” he steps closer, sliding a hand to my stomach. His lips stifle a laugh. “The bump isn’t visible at all.”

“You’re damn right it’s not.”

“Which is a shame… you know what I think about pregnant women.” Heat spreads between my legs as Tobias strokes my skin. He is gentle, but his eyes are dark. “Do you remember this morning?”

I slowly inhale. “I do…”

Tobias woke me up by going down on me, and he wouldn’t stop, no matter the sounds I made. He kept going until I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t since my belly was in the way. In the end, I came so hard that my vision momentarily flicked.

Goddamn it.

I’m horny again!

making me insane, and Tobias might not stay in his clothes

on his knees, and the visual is crazy. Especially when he lifts his eyes to mine. “I think your

“But I don’t like to take it easy and relax. It’s stressful not to work around the house. I feel useless if I

chuckles. “I can’t believe I

pout. “I’m not a

dishes and the frying pan before

works over my face. I feel called out. “There is usually

the house. Hanging up my robe and putting my

won’t do

it. “When did you become such a

a perfectionist!” I argue, even though I can see his point. I seldom relax, and that could potentially be dangerous for the baby. The thought of that makes me feel guilty. “But I get

his eyes as he looks at

a deep

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not to interfere when I

is Dora. She is a young, pretty little thing, and it’s taking me every ounce of self-control not to take over.

I develop this bad

had it

curious, and I ask a lot of questions. Sometimes I demand answers right away,

through me. What if I’m a controlling bitch in more instances than

thinks I’m too bossy in our

on her sleeve. “I was thinking of cooking lunch for us.

her myself out of the ones Tobias interviewed.” Cook me anything. I will eat

stomach, and she nods

What if he

why he is

I’m not stupid enough to wall

typing from the couch. My dog, Ruby, is curled beside me, and she

will soon be back to petting you. Just wait a second. This is important… I just need to text

and I shoot

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