Page 104 of Wanted

Women, such strange creatures. They were made to be worshiped, not understood.

Mark is sitting on one of the sofas in the reception, he quickly gets up to give me the keys, so we don’t have to waste time at the front desk.

“It looks like an interesting evening awaits you, Simba,” he teases, looking at Stella who is taking quick steps in front of me. “A word to the wise—talk to her before throwing yourself on top of her.”

The man has been married for several years, so I take his advice with a grain of salt. I know from a good source that his wife doesn’t hesitate to put him in his place when he behaves like a bastard. I pat him on the shoulder and head to catch up with my belligerent light-haired beauty. She has taken the lead, but I caught up with her in a couple of strides.

As soon as she realizes that I’m by her side she starts to vehemently press the elevator button. I’m about to joke with her when she turns to see me and my words stay on the tip of my tongue.

Yes, an interesting evening awaits me.

“Are you hungry?” I ask her as soon as we are locked in the steel box.

Stella is quite concentrated looking at the numbers on the board.

“No thanks,” she replies without looking at me. I almost smile and run a hand down the front of my pants, ordering my other head not to take over.

“Stella, the doctor said that…”

I hear her give an exasperated snort.

“Can you stop trying to control everything for a moment?” she growls under her breath. “First I want to take a good bath. After leaving the hospital we didn’t have time to go back to the convent with Sister June, so…”

That sounds logical.

“Later?” I say more as a question.

“Later,” she agrees.

With my hand on the small of her back, I guide her to our room. We’re at the end of the hallway, so it takes us a few minutes to get there, but she’s accepting of my touch, and I cross my fingers because it’s not the only thing she’s accepting tonight.

Upon entering the room, she opens her eyes wide to see our things are already there, waiting for us.

“I asked your mother to pack some things for you, I thought you would like…”

I think that has caught her off guard, because even though I see her barriers break down, she doesn’t say a word, while she searches her belongings for something to change into and then she heads to the bathroom.

I stay in the same place I am, watching that cute little ass walk down the short hallway.

“Mr. Kral, what are you waiting for?” Her words surprise me. “I need someone to lather my back.”

A smile is drawn on my face and my cock jumps immediately, happy to be included in the celebration. Yes, this is looking to turn into a great night.

“Yes, ma’am,” I reply before pulling the shirt over my head regardless of where it falls.

Chapter Thirty-One

“Your story is like an R-rated Cinderella,” I hear Alison tell Stella. I’m in the kitchen of the new home we are renovating while they’re checking some tile samples in the dining room.

We have a lot of work ahead of us, the house is a diamond in the rough. The first time we visited it, I noticed it had good bones, but we need to do some magic tricks to make it habitable, and we should have it done before our baby is born.

I’ve been living at a gallop between Los Angeles and Carrollton, it has been a logistical madness, but it’s necessary. I have a business to attend to and Stella wants to be here with her mother, thanks to my mother’s meddling.

Everything would be easier if we were back on the west coast. The security will be easier to handle, we would only have to fill one house with furniture. We also have to prepare two homes for the baby. I would have already taken her to my house in the San Bernardino mountains, my favorite place to work on the weekends.

But we can’t live on if only.

The present is here and we are facing it as it is.

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