The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Damon raised an eyebrow at her, those puppy-dog eyes almost too pitiful to bear. And he felt a twinge of annoyance stirring within him.

Sure, she’d begged him before, but it wasn’t a common occurrence. And now, here she was, acting like this for the kids, stitches fresh and all, but still laying it on thick.

Not cool.

“Damon,..”

Here we go again.

Damon couldn’t take it, not really. Lips pursed, he glanced at the nurse standing by. The nurse, with a knowing smile, nodded and slipped out of the room.d2

Chloe’s face lit up with anticipation. She grabbed Damon’s hand, barely able to contain herself, “Do the babies look like you, or is there a little of me in them?”

Damon sat back down, silent for a heartbeat, before saying, “The doc says they’re beautiful, so they’ve gotta take after you.”

Chloe blinked, peering intently at him for a long moment.

Damon turned to grab a cup of water from the insulated jug on the nightstand.

“You don’t think they all look like me, do you? Damon, you didn’t…”

“Water?” Damon cut her off, taking a sip from the cup.

Chloe paused, shook her head slightly, but then his hand cupped her chin, and his lips were upon hers.

Water flowed gently from his mouth into hers. She startled, but resigned to swallow the water bit by bit. After the last drop, Damon lingered, savouring a deep kiss, reluctant to part.

Chloe’s cheeks, still a bit pale, flushed with the warmth of his affection.

As the kiss ended, Damon rested his forehead against hers, whispering, “Thank you.”

Chloe’s lips curled into a slight smile, “Nothing beats the joy of having them.”

Damon nipped at her lips, a clear sign of his pouty jealousy. Chloe winced softly, her internal alarms ringing faintly.

“You’re mine.” His voice was low and possessive, laced with a hint of threat and vulnerability.

Chloe felt a swell of sweetness. She could sense his every subtle shift in emotion, and she nodded gently. “I know.”

Damon, caught off guard by her response, allowed a smile to touch his eyebrows. But then Chloe added, “The babies are yours, and so am I. So I should love you all together, right?”

The smile that had just begun to form on Damon’s face quickly vanished.

Just then, there was a stir outside the door. Chloe spun around, eyes darting to the entrance, as she pushed Damon aside.

Elizabeth and Yasmine, each cradling a newborn, walked in, their faces aglow with joy.

Yasmine’s smile was broader than any Chloe could remember.

brows furrowed, and she shot a stern glance that

arms, her

baby in her arms and then laid him next

of joy. She recognized the resemblance instantly, remembering the photos Elizabeth had shown of Damon and

Her voice quivered with

felt her nose

placed her baby next to the

here’s your daughter. Look at those eyes, she’s got your

the two tiny faces before

to mommy’s world, my

opened his eyes, and as if by instinct, turned his head towards Chloe. His tiny hands flailed, reaching out from the swaddling and resting against

it hard to believe that this mischievous little guy was the smaller of

sensation of that little hand was more profound than any

single finger could cause harm. After a tender

How wonderful…

began to fuss,

her, and the baby soon settled

wonder and delight. The profound bond shared by Chloe and her

before she finally looked over at Damon. “Aren’t you

turned to him, as did Elizabeth, with a mix of accusation and disbelief, “I know you’re worried about Chloe, but you haven’t even glanced at your own son and daughter since they were born. Isn’t that a

seen the babies yet. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made

little he knew himself, to think that the kids couldn’t possibly look like

bundled-up blankets in which twin infants were cozily wrapped. As for the

lips quirked into a smirk as she scooped up her grandson and, sidestepping the foot of the bed, handed him over to

hold your son

he did not lift them. The usually unflappable Damon looked a touch frazzled,

on, he’s gazing right at

on anything for a few days, yet

of how to hold the baby properly. Hesitant at first, he took the baby from Yasmine, cradling him less like a father and more like a man afraid to break

stood before him, her smile deepening. Even the

new tricks to learn from here on out,” she

arms. Those dark

cuter than Morrison’s, but this baby, well, there was really not a whole lot of difference between this little

spoke up, “Are we sure this is the

silent for a

oscillating between laughter and tears, chided, “What are you talking about, you little brat?! He’s the spitting image of you as a

a look, “This is what you

in

born. Give it a few days, he’ll perk up. Everyone says he looks just like you did, and you’re still complaining? Who

“I am

stirred, and Damon instinctively held him closer as the baby seemed on the verge of crying.

up, his expression

burst into tears. Damon, flustered and unsure, felt a warm sensation spread in the palm of