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He sighed, “Neither are they related to Castle.”

My head started spinning. “What do you mean?”

Theo got up from his chair and walked the distance to his vintage dresser. I heard some shuffling. He threw some stuff on the floor and pulled out a thick black journal from the bottom drawer and brought it to me.

The pages of the journal were yellowed, showing how old it was.

“It’s got all the information about the family tree, along with certain facts and deaths of the family members. Skip the start, and read only the dog-eared pages. There are entries written by my mother, and that’s all you need to know.”

I hugged the journal to myself. “Thanks.”

He nodded.

And then there was a knock on the door.

“Quick, hide the fucking journal!” Theo whispered.

I tossed it underneath his bed.

The door opened and Castle peeked inside. “I’ve been looking...all over the house for you. What were you doing here?” His eyes then shifted to his brother.

“Theo and I were just talking,” I told him.

Castle nodded, “Let’s go to bed.”

“Good night, Theo!” I said as I got up from my seat.

“Good night, Millie.”

I held eye contact with him, letting him know that I’ll be here again for the journal. He gave me a slight nod, so I walked out of the room towards Castle.

“You’ve become…best friends with my brother,” Castle noted, smiling as he closed the door of Theo’s room behind us.

I smiled back. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s nice to talk to him sometimes.”

“You can talk to me too. I mean...if there’s anything. I’m here for you.”

“I know. Thanks for that.” I said, pressing the hard muscles of his biceps.

We went back to our room, and he closed the door behind him. I brushed my hair and changed into a nightgown, getting ready for bed, when I felt Castle’s powerful arms going around my waist. His head was bent to the nape of my neck and he began peppering soft kisses there.

I touched his face, feeling the stubble on his jaw that gave me butterflies in my stomach. When it was time for bed, he usually wanted to make love, which had become a norm. I guess I should be lucky that he found me attractive enough to resist other women. I’d heard too many stories about wealthy men having an affair with other women while their wives played the perfect role at home, but with the way Castle stared at me, his eyes heavy with desire, I didn’t think I would ever find myself in that situation.

I felt his hands grope my ass from behind, “I like this,” He said in a silky deep voice. “I…I want you naked.” His commands were a usual occurrence in the bedroom.

I laughed. “You have your priorities straight.”

I spun around in his arms, looking up at my towering, extremely gorgeous, and sweet husband. I often had to pinchmyself as a reminder that I was married to him and he wasn’t a figment of my imagination.

Castle’s golden-brown eyes watched me as I said, “You have to kiss me first.”

He smiled, grasping my chin, and bringing me up to meet his mouth. I had to stand up on my toes to reach his towering height. I melted into his arms as he kissed me, then he helped me undress before removing his own clothes.

It wasn’t hard and fast, but slow and languid. I met his thrusts with the same enthusiasm, moaning and writhing under him, whispering his name.

After a while, we were both exhausted and lay in bed together. His muscular arm was draped over me; his thick hair flopped over his forehead, matted in perspiration. I kissed and licked his abs greedily. He kissed my forehead, giving me a satisfied smile.

“I love you.” I said.

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