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“Mark my words, Rose. I’ll know the exact moment you fall in love with me. You won’t even have to say it, I’ll just know.”

Chapter Sixty-five

Nova

After three more days of heavenly bliss in Italy, I cross the threshold of our home while carrying my sleeping wife bridal style in my arms.

The house is quiet without the dogs.

I strangely miss the trio, even Bunny, who I finally got to like me. I’ll have to wait and see whether or not it was a one-time thing. I’m betting it wasn’t. Otherwise, I’ll have to invite Nathan to use as a scapegoat.

Rosalie doesn’t stir when I climb the spiral staircase and reach our bedroom. Once the secret of me fucking her over the years as a masked stranger came out, there was no holding back. I’m not even ashamed or regretful that I tricked her.

Because with Rose, there are no lines I wouldn’t cross.

Our dark souls fit together.

She quiets the rage in my head.

Her edges soften mine.

Laying her down on the soft bedding, I stare at her for a moment. The strap of her camisole top falls down her slender shoulder. Baring the countless hickeys I gave her over the last three days. I took the longing and repressed desire of the first two weeks of our marriage out on her poor body.

I’ve fucked her in every position imaginable.

Still, my cock craves more.

However, I need to give her tight pussy and mouth a rest. The little minx is as addicted to sex as me. In the middle of the night, I would wake up to her lips sucking on my dick until I had to tire her out with a good hard fuck.

Only to wake her up in the morning for more.

Before my mind conjures the moaning sounds she makes when she comes, I cover her with the blanket. The temptation is there to lie down beside her. But work awaits. Our honeymoon was the longest vacation I’ve taken in years.

I have a lot of catching up to do in the office.

Followed later by a meeting with Zenith. The heartbreaking past of Rosalie and the raw pain and terror I heard in her voice hasn’t stopped plaguing me. Mihir isn’t getting away with hurting her and threatening a child with violence.

The man hasn’t learned his lesson.

It’s time someone taught him.

Kissing Rosalie’s forehead, making her sigh in her sleep, I disappear into the closet to leave a surprise for when she wakes up. I smirk, imagining the expression on her face.

Quietly stepping out of the bedroom, I close the door with one last look at Rosalie.

Settling behind the wheel of my McLaren, I turn the ignition and pull out of the driveway. Two hours later, I’m parking in my building and riding the private elevator to my office on the twenty-sixth floor.

On my way up, I text Raghu to inform him we’re back and to drop off the dogs.

With the jet lag and knowing my wife’s quirks, I know she won’t be up until the afternoon. I would rather she woke up with her fur babies around her than alone. Fuck. I must be the first man content in the domesticated bubble.

What has Rose done to me?

My assistant, Radha, jumps up from behind her desk when I approach. Scurrying to my side, she follows me into my office while I go behind the desk.

“What requires my urgent attention?” I demand, turning on my laptop. “Quick.”

“You have a review meeting with the Middle East team. They’re facing issues from the client and need your input before responding. Another short conference with the marketing head of our Thailand branch. Last quarter’s financial reports are on your desk. Your father also said he will come later and didn’t mention the reason,” Radha rapidly finishes. “Everything is on your calendar so you can look it over.”

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