Page 30 of Taming Drew

“I don’t know, you can ask him. I was hoping to chat with you for a moment.”

“Sure.” She picks up the remote and pauses the movie. She turns her beautiful face up to mine. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh baby. I don’t know where to start.”

“You always say to start at the beginning. I’m listening.”

My daughter, the old lady, at eight years of age. “There’s a problem, and we’re going to stay here for a little while. We’ll get what we need from our apartment.”

Freya nods. “Okay. Does Drew have more movies?”

I chuckle. “Probably.” My body remembers the time on the sectional, and I frown at the hussy inside me. “Do you have any questions?”

She shakes her head. “No, I like Drew. Everything’s going to be fine, Mommy.” She hugs me. “When can we eat dinner? I’m hungry.”

A voice from the kitchen catches our attention. Drew’s usual voice is softer. “How do you feel about Italian food?”

Freya purses her lips. “Do they have spaghetti?”

He nods. “With meatballs and garlic bread.”

I pipe up. “They’ve got salad too.”

He chuckles as he pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. “Yes, mom.”

Freya giggles. “Am I going to school in the morning?” I nod. She gives me a scoldy look. “I need clothes.”

Oh shit.I picked her up from school after work, so we have our backpacks, but I need clothes, too.“I, cock my head at Drew. “I need to get our clothes.”

Drew smiles. “I know exactly where to get clothes on short notice.” My body remembers what happened the last time he got me clothes. He flicks his head to the door, which means he’s ordered dinner.

“Thank you.”

Drew extends his hand to me, and I take it. He draws me to him, sliding his hand on my lower back. “Can I have a minute?” We walk into the kitchen, and he spins me around, claiming my mouth with his. It’s hard and rough with a passion I’ve grown to need more than my next breath. He smiles as he breaks his kiss. “About that sleeping in your own room, thing.”

My head flips to the doorway. “I can’t.”

He nods. “Okay. I get it. But after we’re married, you’re sleeping in my bed.”

I rest my head against his chest. “Do we really have to do that to you?”

He sighs. “You act like it’s a hardship. It isn’t. I like your company, and it’s the right thing.”

So many thoughts rattle through my brain, and I can’t settle. His scent is a balm for my worries, and all I want to do is let him wrap himself around me and get lost. “How are we doing this marriage thing?”

He steps back and beams like I’ve just presented him with the most valuable player trophy. “Thank you for agreeing.”

“Like I have a choice. Freya’s safety and well-being mean everything. I appreciate that you’re willing to make this sacrifice for us.”

He kisses me gently, then whispers. “One, it’s not a sacrifice. Two, you’re doing me a favor. Just think of how much this is going to clean up my image. I’m no longer the dead-beat, man whore. I’m now the loving family man.” He smiles, and my stress lifts a little.

CHAPTERELEVEN

DREW

Istare at the judge. He’s an older man and a friend of Banner’s grandfather, who waived the three-day waiting period for our marriage license. It’s a beautiful Saturday in June, and we’re all standing in the common area on the sixth floor of my condo building in the Quad. Chloe’s friends have made it pretty. Flowers surround a wooden archway with bows and balloons decorating the entire area. Travis is back in town and standing next to me with Lily standing with Freya for Chloe. I’m waiting, dressed in a charcoal tux, feeling amazingly calm. Freya and Lily are wearing matching lavender dresses and carrying tiny bouquets.

The door to the room opens, and Chloe parades in. She’s dressed in a beautiful off-white tea length, A-line gown with butterfly sleeves. She’s gorgeous. Her hair is pulled up in a rose-style twist updo, and I can’t wait to pull it down. The image of her laid out on the bed with the black waterfall of hair falling on the pillow makes my cock stand up in my dress pants. For a last-minute wedding, it came together pretty well.

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