Page 39 of Possession

“Oliver, did you eat your breakfast?” Rosalita walks into the kitchen, ignoring Rafael’s display of affection toward me, and the thought causes me to jolt; is this normal for him? To cozy up with women around Oliver. Jealousy courses through me, and I know Rafael has sensed a change in my demeanor because he pulls back to scan over me.

“Nn-no,” Oliver replies coyly.

Rafael straightens. “He won’t touch it.”

I glance at Oliver’s solemn face, then down toward his breakfast. A mixture of fruit sits in a bowl, alongside a plate with a croissant and various spreads, but the poor boy looks miserable.

“Watch this, Oliver.” Moving quickly, I lean over the table and nudge the croissant to the edge of the plate. Then, rummaging through his fruit with a spoon, I pick out the grapes and place them on his plate into a line. I take a raisin, adding it as an eye to the caterpillar I created. Next, I scoop out some chocolate spread, creating a trail from the caterpillar. “You need to eat that croissant before the naughty caterpillar eats it. Then you can munch on him too.” I smile at him. His cute little face lights up, and he beams back at me before nodding and picking up the croissant. “Dip it in the mud.” I encourage, pointing to the trail of chocolate sauce.

“You’re fucking brilliant, you know that?” Rafael turns my chin in his hand, then slams his lips against mine.

A throat clears and Rafael freezes, and the moment his lips leave mine, I feel his loss and whimper.

I turn to face a pretty blonde-haired woman in a tight green work dress and matching high heels. The way she glares in our direction has me tensing. “We have an appointment, Rafael.” Hostility rolls off her in thick waves.

“I’m aware,” he spits back, with anger in his tone.

She glances at her watch. “Would you like to change it to a working breakfast?” She throws her hand out toward the table.

“No.” He slides me off his lap and stands, placing me on his chair. He bends and places a soft kiss on my lips, then pulls away, leaving me breathless and eager for more. “Can you look after Oliver today until we have interviewed for new staff?”

“Of course.” I smile.

“Good girl.” He places a kiss on the top of my head before turning and striding toward his office. “My office, Kendal.” She throws me a smug smile and a wink before following behind him with a sway of her hips, and my stomach drops as they disappear. Does he fuck her in his office too?

Unease creeps inside me, jealousy curdled with worry.

“Do you like her, Oliver?”

Oliver scrunches up his nose and shakes his head.

“She’s lawyer. Family are lawyers and very important to family,” Rosalita adds. “But don’t worry, Ellie. Rafael doesn’t eat breakfast. He was waiting for you. Rafael never waits for anyone.” She smiles as she pounds her fist into the dough on the counter.

“Papa likes El.” Oliver smiles, and butterflies flutter through my stomach.

“You think?” I ask him with a smile.

“B-big like.”

I widen my eyes and drop my mouth open. “Big like?” Then I widen my arms. “Like this big?”

He nods frantically, and I can’t help but giggle at his adorable face.

When Rafael’s office door slams and her heels click down the hall toward the front door, I can’t help but bite into my lip to stifle a smile threatening to spread over my face.

“Big like.” Rosalita smiles, nodding toward the front door, and this time I can’t help but smile with relief.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Rafael

The sooner I knock her up, the better. My need for her is bordering on insanity, and I can’t dull the warning inside of me that tells me she’s going to hate me, she’s going to run and never look back. What then?

Both Oliver and I will be without her, when she was always meant to be by my side. She was put in my path for a purpose, one other than serving as a nanny to my son.

She was meant to be his mother. If only things could have been different and he hadn’t got lumbered with the bitch he did. Now that she’s out of the picture, I intend to do everything in my power to ensure my son has what he deserves—Ellie.

The way she handles him with such intuition and ease has my cock pleading to fill her with babies, one after the fucking other. Yet, I know if I let her in on my little plan to impregnate her, I risk scaring her off. At only just eighteen and not part of this world, she won’t understand it. No, I need to continue with my plan to keep her at all costs.

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