Page 103 of His Wild Attraction

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes, Andres. I am so serious,” she said, tears flowing from her eyes.

I cupped her cheek, pressing my forehead to hers. Relief filling me at hearing the truth.

“It doesn’t matter who his sperm donor is, Sammy is my son, and you are my wife,” I said aloud, claiming them both.

“Yes. Yours,” she nodded.

I knew she needed more, but I was still amped, and I couldn’t speak gently like she deserved.

Not yet.

I grabbed my phone, calling the lawyer I’d retained, and my bodyguard to come into the room.

“Mr. Peters is sick. He had a seizure and hit his face. He needs a doctor,” I said, ignoring the wide-eyed stare of my new attorney.

“Yes, sir, Mr. Ramirez,” the lawyer said.

I turned my gaze to where Gary was dribbling blood onto the floor. Rage turned my vision red, but I would sit on that. Save it for another day.

“I’ll be seeing you, Gary.”

It was a promise.

“Take care of him. I’m taking my wife home.”

The trip back to the condo was quiet, and I appreciated her giving me the silence I needed to calm down.

I was still fucking furious.

I’d wanted to kill Gary tonight.

But it was neither the time nor the place.

“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Ramirez. Just so you know, Sammy has been asleep for a while now,” Nanny Rosa said when we walked into his bedroom to check on him.

“Thank you so much, Rosa,” Ellie murmured, dropping a kiss on Sammy’s head.

I followed suit, tucking him under the covers and brushing his soft hair back with my fingertips.

“The car is ready to drive you back. Unless you want to spend the night?” Ellie offered.

“Oh, I appreciate it, ma’am, but I’m good to go back. Thank you,” the older woman said.

I dipped my chin and the bodyguard who’d accompanied us stepped forward to take Nanny Rosa’s bag. He would walk the older woman to my car where another bodyguard and the driver waited. And they would make sure she returned to Adrik’s place safe and sound.

“Want a nightcap?” I asked.

Ellie expelled a sigh and nodded, following me to the liquor cabinet. I grabbed two glasses and a bottle of Whiskey Neat, their new oak aged cherry label.

“Ice? Soda?”

“Both please.”

I doctored hers and took mine straight, sliding her glass over to her side of the counter.

We took sips, and I waited, but my Ellie was as stubborn as I was, if not more.

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