Page 78 of Mister Stark

The pad of his thumb caressed my hand, and he whispered. “No matter what the result is, you’ll always be mine. Mine to tempt, mine to play with and mine to cherish.”

I swallowed hard and knew it was true. I was his, and I knew it from the moment this game between us started. The tug of war for power pulled me in and I fell for him.

He let me go, and I opened the paper with the fine print, staring me right back in the face. The result we both sought was 99.9 percent accurate. The bold black print stated that Daxon Stark was indeed the father and everything was about to change.

“You’re the father, Daxon.” I breathed with certainty as my eyes shimmered with happiness at the twins’ father. “These babies are yours.”

I laid his hand on my stomach as he read the result on the paper, and his eyes shimmered just like mine. He looked at me and down at his hand on my belly. He caressed it softly and tucked the paper into his suit pocket. His eyes met mine again after he hid it away.

But they turned cold.

“I will care for our children, provide them with all they need. We will co-parent, but we can be nothing more, princess.” Daxon said in a businesslike manner and he let go of my stomach. “And for the sake of my company, we will let my son believe he is the father of the twins. Do you understand?”

He broke eye contact with me and walked to the tall office window. He looked out at the view in all his closed off glory and I wanted to hate him. I wanted to hurt him and hit him to make him see what he was doing was wrong. But my heart ached for him.

This ruthless, icy, bitter man. My soon to be father-in-law. The father of my children.

And I agreed with the monster before me. “I understand, daddy.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

Dinner is Served

Igot ready in a tightpurple dress that sparkled and cut off just above my knees. The occasion was special and I haven’t worn a dress like this since I fell pregnant. It showed off my bump, but everyone knew about the pregnancy. It no longer remained a secret, and the media grabbed onto it like a piranha. They ate away at it and attacked it until it was old news.

I fluffed my wavy hair over my shoulders and puckered my lips together. The pink lip gloss shimmered in the reflection and my hands fell on my belly. I looked so cute in this dress with my noticeable small bump, but a sweet touch. A pregnant wife to be and it suited me well. I never thought I could do this, but I was, and I looked damn good doing it.

“Darling, hurry or we will be late for dinner!” Dylan called from the main room and I grabbed my purse from the table.

“I’m coming!” I answered back and hurried across the floor to get my heels on.

“You aren’t seriously going to wear those, are you?” Dylan asked with disagreement.

“I’m pregnant, not dead, Dylan.” I muttered and put the purple heels on.

I walked past him with grace even though my feet hurt and I knew I couldn’t continue to wear them after this evening. My feet were now swelling from the extra weight and a few changes needed to be made. But tonight was special.

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