Page 24 of Betting Her Curves

“Okay,” he says slowly. “That sounds fine. Yeah, just be careful Ains. You know billionaires. They don’t give a fuck and they’ll run you over if it suits them... okay, sure,” he finishes. Then he hangs up, his expression wry.

“Is your sister okay?” I ask, rubbing my belly. I’m in my first trimester still, but my tummy seems to have grown exponentially so that it looks like a mountain. “Is Ainsley coming back? I can’t wait to meet her.”

Patrick sighs and sits before running a hand through his black hair, ruffling it adorably.

“No,” he grunts. “Ains says her plus-size modeling career is going fine, and that she’s met some interesting people. She’s met a man,” he clarifies. “Evidently, she’s met a godforsakenbillionaire, and wants to see where her relationship with him can go. Goddamn it. Shit is going to get fucked. I can feel it.”

I shoot my handsome fiancé a look.

“Yes, butyou’rea godforsaken billionaire, my love. You used to toy with young girls all the time.”

Patrick grins at me, flashing that white smile.

“And look where it got me,” he groans, pulling my bulging form close to his massive bulk. “A beautiful fiancée, and a baby on the way. Oh, and by the way, sweetheart, it finally came.”

I go still as he reaches into his pocket. There’s a blue velvet box in his hand and my heart begins to thump. “Ready?” he asks in a low voice. “A beautiful diamond for a beautiful girl.”

After all, diamonds have a special place in our relationship. They’re the way we “met” in a way because we both stole into the high rollers room at the Degas casino, and Patrick witnessed me making off with quite a few of the gems in an illicit way. But the handsome Irishman wasn’t disgusted or put off. If anything, my dirty act only piqued his interest, and now, we’re celebrating with a special kind of diamond.

Sure enough, he pops the lid and there’s a massive seven carat stunner nestled on the silk bed. I gasp as it sparkles and shines, beautiful beyond compare.

“Oh wow. Your lab did a great job creating this gem because it’s so brilliant,” I murmur, picking up the heart-shaped stone and holding to the light. “I would never be able to tell the difference.”

Patrick smiles knowingly.

“Of course not, sweetheart. It’s a real diamond with the same chemical properties as anything mined from the Earth. But with a lot less environmental damage,” he adds. “Besides, I bought Pure and Raw Diamonds foryou, Ashley. The company is yours, and once you’re done having my kids, you’ll be the lady in charge at the business.”

Tears fill my eyes as I smile at my handsome man who always looks out for me.

“I can’t believe you bought me a diamond company,” I breathe. “And that you trust me so much! I mean, I don’t even have a high school degree so I’m not exactly qualified.”

Patrick leans forward, seizing my plush pout with his own.

“Degrees mean nothing to me,” he growls. “You’ve demonstrated your intelligence and insight again and again, sweetheart. You’re the perfect match for a diamond company, not to mention the perfect mother for my children.” His large palm comes up to cup a big breast, and I moan sensuously as he fondles my nipple, making hot jolts lance down from my tit to my cunt. This man always pleases me, and now that I’m pregnant, I need it all the time too. Yet Patrick’s the man for the job because he’s virile and voracious. Our sex life has only reached new heights, and I can’t wait to see how the rest of my pregnancy plays out.

But then, a thought strikes and I pull back.

“So are we going to grow some diamonds for the Degas Hotel? Ididsteal their stuff,” I remind with a flirty pout.

Patrick grunts, still focused on my curvy form.

“Hell no. Christian Degas never noticed. He’s got multiple chandeliers strung with lab grown gems, so trust me, he’s gotenough on his hands. Besides, those diamonds were in your cunt and ass, honey. No way I’m handing them over to another man.”

“Oh really,” I say in a coy tone. “And what do you plan on doing with our little stash then? Heck, we’ll have a lot more now that we literally own a diamond lab. We can spare a few.”

My man pulls me close, biting my neck lovingly.

“I’ll find a use for them,” he moans. “Don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. Besides, Degas is hiding out right now. There’s no way to reach him.”

“Hiding out?” I ask, wrinkling my nose. “But why?”

My handsome fiancé shrugs, his azure eyes glowing with appreciation as they take in my pregnant form.

“That fucker gets in moods sometimes. He has a cabin in the woods and will stay there for weeks at a time, like a fucking hermit. I have no idea what he does when he’s there. Probably drinks himself to death,” Patrick remarks. “His ex-wife was a fucking lunatic, and my understanding is that her daughter is the same. It’s a complete shitshow.”

I squint at my fiancé.

“Wait, so his ex and her daughter are at the cabin too?”

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