Page 67 of Reluctantly His

I stared at her for a moment, just taking her in, wondering who I would have to kill to make sure this was the sight I was greeted with every morning.

Suddenly, I understood what Hunter had meant when he’d griped about settling down in one place. I could just see living my life here in the city, doing private security, or maybe back in Texas, spending my days working on the family ranch.

My evenings would be spent listening to her play at home just for me and in front of crowds at the Philharmonic. Then every night would be spent burying my cock in her tight little body until she became swollen with my baby.

“Good morning, princess. How did you sleep?” I asked, shaking myself out of my daydream stupor.

“I don’t think I have ever slept that good in my life,” she admitted with a blush coloring the tops of her cheeks. “But I did wake up a little sore.”

“That is to be expected.” I nodded and shook out a few ibuprofens from a bottle I kept in the kitchen cabinet right next to the coffee. It made it easy to find when I was hungover. “Have a seat. I’m making breakfast.”

“Okay,” she said and sat on the bar stool on the other side of the counter, where I placed her cup of coffee made with the flavored creamers I knew she liked.

I had woken up a few hours ago and decided that when my princess rose, she would have a breakfast worthy of her, and we would discuss what it would mean for her to be mine.

I’d ordered the groceries and had them delivered about twenty minutes ago.

She would still have rules to follow, but now they were much more strict.

I would still be with her every moment until the threat on her life was dealt with, but now there would be much fewer clothes involved when we were in this apartment.

“What’s for breakfast?” she asked.

“Protein.” I flipped the bacon that was sizzling in the pan and put a few pieces of Dave’s Killer Bread into the toaster. “How do you like your eggs?”

“However you make them.” The way her smile lit up her face made my chest ache, and I leaned in to kiss her, not being able to resist her pull.

“That was not what I asked you, little girl. Tell me how you like your eggs.”

“Scrambled with cheese.”

“Good girl.” I kissed her again.

She watched me as I moved around the kitchen, her eyes never leaving my hands as I worked to prepare our meal.

“Do you like to cook?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I was never allowed to learn.”

Jesus fuck. She really had no life skills.

“Come here,” I ordered.

I moved her in between my arms and handed her the fork to beat the eggs. I stood behind her, whispering the directions in her ear with my hands on her hips.

God, I was so tempted to say fuck the eggs, and put her on the counter and eat her for breakfast.

I was about to do just that when she bounced on her toes, so excited she didn’t even notice her ass rubbing against my hard cock. She had poured the eggs into the hot frying pan that I had cooked the bacon in and had already poured out the excess grease.

Charlotte was excited the eggs were cooking. I would let her have this for now, and I would have my second breakfast soon enough.

We ate in silence. The eggs were overcooked, but I didn’t care. She was happy and safe. That was enough for now.

“So, I should get going soon. My father will want to discuss what happened at the party last night.”

“You don’t have to go back there.” I struggled to keep my tone light and even.

“I do. I live there. I have to face my father and figure out what is going to happen after… everything.”

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