Page 88 of Mister Stark

All I could feel was him. All I could think about was him. And all I wanted was him.

Everything fell away, and I dreamt of only him.

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IWOKE UP WITH A BIGstretch and an enormous yawn. I rubbed my eyes and blinked at the bright light that steamed through. It was brighter than I remembered, and that’s when I realized I wasn’t in my bed. It was a new bed, an enormous bed and an extremely soft bed.

I blocked the light with my hand until my vision adjusted and remembered everything. Dylan had caught us, but he almost killed his father out of a blind rage. It was like he had an out-of-body experience and something evil took over him. Something vengeful, but wicked with the devil. The stress of it was too much and my biggest fear happened.

I could’ve lost my babies.

But they were okay.

They were healthy and kicking up a storm. Daxon had stepped up to the plate as their father and welcomed us into his home. He had shown me a protective side of him I had never seen. A side so sweet and caring, I knew my children were in more than excellent hands. They were in their loving father’s hands.

Light from the morning laid across the bed, and I saw clothes inside the closet. It was open, and I recognized dresses inside it. I threw back the sheets and made my way towards it. My hands ran over the clothes that hung from the hangers and I noticed they were all mine. Daxon had already moved me in without me even noticing. I slept through everything.

I smiled as I grabbed a cozy dress from the closet and wandered into the bathroom. It was spotless, with everything cleaned up from last night. There was no water in the tub or clothes on the floor. But my makeup, toilettes and everything I needed was here.

He had taken care of everything, and I didn’t have to lift a finger. He had done as promised, and his actions surprised me. I shouldn’t be when he was a man of money and could get what he wanted done in no time. But it was the thought that counted.

He could’ve easily left it for Dylan to deliver, and I probably wouldn’t have my stuff for weeks. He could’ve let me fend for myself, but he’d promised me differently. And I saw Daxon Stark was a man of his word.

I smiled as I got dressed and brushed my hair. The smooth waves bounced with each stroke as I took an elastic and put it up into a bun. I wanted my hair to be neat today and not unruly. Yesterday was a shit show, and I didn’t want another day like it. Certainly not today.

I brushed my teeth and put on some light makeup. My reflection glowed back at me from rest and relaxation. I felt content from the care I had received from a man I never expected it from. And I could thank Daxon for that.

I smiled as I strolled out of the bathroom and made my way towards the staircase. My nose sniffed the air as I hit the steps and the aroma was to die for. I let my nose lead the way as I hurried down the stairs and hit the main floor. It led me straight to the kitchen where I found Daxon hard at work without a shirt on and he made a wonderful breakfast. I noticed a trend with him not wearing a shirt while he cooked, but I could get used to it. A gorgeous bare chested middle-aged man working away in a kitchen to prepare a fabulous meal.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Daxon smirked down at the bacon he made and it sizzled in response. “I see you found your stuff.”

I rounded the island and sat on a bar stool. “I did.”

He smiled at me as his eyes roamed over me and he breathed. “You look perfect for today.”

I blushed at his compliment, but wondered. “What’s today?”

“We’re hitting the city and going shopping.” Daxon explained as he got a plate and put some food on it.

“For what?” I asked with a scrunched-up face and an intrigued smile.

“For our babies, that will be here in a matter of weeks.” He said as he put my plate in front of me and smiled a gorgeous smile. “Eat up, princess. You’re going to need the energy.”

I looked down at the delicious spread in front of me, and my mouth watered at the sight. An omelette with bacon on the side and he passed me a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. My belly growled, and I knew the babies were hungry. But their daddy was about to solve that problem.

We ate with small talk about where we wanted to go and which store was best for baby products. He invested himself in their well-being and even named off some stores I already had in mind. But we came to an agreement on one place and I was excited.

We still had yet to purchase anything for these little ones and Daxon made it possible. He stepped up to the plate and took fatherhood seriously. His efforts somewhat surprised me because he had built his company from the ground up. Daxon Stark meant business. But this business was a personal matter, and it was for his children.

“Well, that hit the spot.” Daxon announced as he took our empty plates and put them in the dishwasher. “But we better get going before rush hour hits.”

I nodded my head in agreement with a smile and Daxon led me towards his limousine parked out front. He had everything planned as he placed his hand on the small of my back and I got inside. Daxon Stark organized everything. He knew what he wanted and set it into motion. This was something I could get used to.

“What color scheme did you have in mind for the nursery?” Daxon asked me and took his seat.

“Well, I’m old-fashioned and it will depend on the babies gender.” I replied.

“So, either blue or pink?” He asked as he straightened his jacket and relaxed in his seat.

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