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“Hmm, I have a gallery opening in June. What a beautiful way to celebrate the beginning of summer. My assistant, Leah, will send you an email with all the information.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” My heart beats trip over each other in bliss.

“I am relying on your word, don’t disappoint me.”

“I would never. Thank you so much.” My voice ends on a high-pitched tone and I do a little dance.

“The pleasure is all mine. You said Reyes? Are you related to Kian Reyes?”

“That would be my husband.”

Andre bursts into laughter, the rich and raspy sounds filling my ear.

“I am sorry for the impolite outburst, please bring him with you. That would bring me so much joy.”

When we hang up, elation courses through my veins. This feels right.

I caress my round belly. Your daddy is right. You are our miracle and never an impediment to reaching my dreams.

I call my mom and tell her everything.

“I am so proud of you,” she says through sniffles.

Later, in the kitchen, I try a recipe out to celebrate the news with my husband. It is motivation enough to keep me on my feet until they swell.

I hear the penthouse door open, and Kian calls my name.

“In the kitchen!” I call out.

He steps inside and I almost forget everything. He’s too sexy in a suit. My mind goes to what he can do with that body of his and I squeeze my thighs together to quench my lust.

“It smells amazing,” he says, walking over to me.

“We have something to celebrate.”

I get on my toes and tug at his collar while he cocks his head, a question in his eyes.

“I called Andre, and he was so understanding. It went better than I thought. I am opening his gallery in June. Isn’t that exciting?”

A smile spreads on his lips, a flash of something passing through his eyes before I can decipher it.

Chapter 36

Kian

Am I happy for her? Of course, I fucking am. Ellia deserves this chance, but I’m a fucking selfish asshole and I thought she would have torn up the divorce papers by now. As long as they’re still hanging over my head like the sword of Damocles, how can I believe she’ll stay. Her words might assure me, but facts are my credo.

She grabs my hand and guides me further into the open kitchen. A stuffed chicken, roasted vegetables, and a green salad spread on the table.

“Why didn’t you order in?” I ask, as I take her in, watching for any sign of discomfort.

Her pouty, sweet lips arch in a reassuring smile.

“I’m feeling fine. I hope you like it.”

It could be the worst meal ever and I would still chew it down to the last piece. I take a seat, forcing a smile on my lips, and willing my eyes not to reveal the storm inside me. This is about Ellia and celebrating her success.

“Kian?” she asks while she fidgets with her fork.

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