Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 80

Sullivan towered over her, a commanding presence in the dimly lit room. He watched her delicate nose flutter, observed as she became increasingly lost in emotion. He knew his touch could unravel her, lead her to cling to his shoulders, her breaths whispering softly against his neck. It was only in these moments of sumender that her usually pale face bloomed with life, as if she was the Megan of old returning to him.

Bending down, Sullivan captured her lips in a kiss, passion threatening to overtake them both

It took three ardent sessions before Sullivan felt a semblance of relief. Both were sheathed in a fine layer of sweat as they lay entwined, their breaths mingling in the afterglow

Eventually, Megan stirred and sat up.

Sullivan tightened his grip on her waist, his voice hoarse with post–love–making huskiness, “What’s up?”

“I need to take a pill,” she explained as she ran her fingers through her long hair, which cascaded down her back. “You didn’t use a condom. I need to get the moming after pill”

Sullivan paused for a beat, taken aback.

Not having kids was a mutual decision, but hearing her speak so matter–of–factly stirred an unexpected imitation within him.

He set up. “Missing it just once doesn’t matter.”

Megan slipped into her robe. After swallowing the pill with water, she said in–her calm voice, “Better safe than sorry. Besides, you said you wanted a few more years of fun. A baby now would be inconvenient.”

against the headboard,

in her, Sullivan could see a hint of Mrs. Lambert’s

couldn’t resist the sarcasm, “Well, since you’ve taken the pill, we might as

her to refuse.

tenderly placed her hand on his thigh. She leaned in for

darkened with the oncoming

was beneath him, her robe tossed aside without care. Her

that night in the Hilton suite, when she had been left in a compromising position. Initially, Megan had struggled, but

reveled in the experience. He always preferred

absence

Sullivan dreamed.

him and married Begonia. Waking with a start, he reached out to

“Megan!”

the walk–in closet, he heard faint sounds and got out of bed to

light cast a warm glow.

work: a crisp white shirt, a sharp suit, and all the accessories neatly laid

fell on Megan.

clad in a light pink silk robe, tied at the waist to accentuate her slender figure, her hair was casually pulled up,