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.

up, Yasmine’s brows furrowed, and she shot a stern glance that

her arms, her lips curving into

then laid him next to Chloe. “Here’s your son. See, doesn’t he look just

saw her long-awaited babies right there in her arms, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She recognized the resemblance instantly, remembering the photos Elizabeth had

does.” Her voice

moment, felt her nose tingle, “He has your

baby next to

Look at those eyes, she’s

at the two tiny faces before her, her eyes darting back

to mommy’s world,

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

little guy was the smaller of the two. The impression was that both babies were

little hand was more profound

gently cradled the tiny fist, afraid even a single finger could cause harm. After a tender

How wonderful…

girl beside him began to fuss, her little hands and

quickly comforted her, and the baby

new lives was a revelation, a moment of wonder and delight. The profound

a soft smile gracing her lips, before she finally looked over at Damon. “Aren’t

“I know you’re worried about Chloe,

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made that remark about them

kids couldn’t possibly look like

bundled-up blankets in which twin infants were cozily

her grandson and, sidestepping the foot of

hold your

lift them. The usually unflappable Damon looked a touch frazzled,

gazing

couldn’t focus on anything for a

finally raised his hands, momentarily unsure of how to hold the baby properly. Hesitant at first, he took the baby from Yasmine, cradling him less like a

Even the most capable men had their Achilles’

to learn from here on out,” she

down at the infant in his arms. Those dark little eyes were “staring” at him, devoid of any

was cuter than Morrison’s, but this baby, well, there was really not

as he spoke up,

silent for a

talking about, you

a look, “This

beautiful baby to grace this hospital in years? He seriously doubted the flattery

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

deadpanned, “I am complaining

bundle in his arms stirred, and Damon instinctively held him closer as the baby seemed on the verge of crying. Suddenly, the infant’s flailing tiny fist

straightened up,

“revenge” insufficient, the baby burst into tears. Damon, flustered and unsure, felt a warm