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What he meant was,hehad lived his entire life like this.
And nowIwas doing it with him.
“Yes, darling?” he prompted.
Again,Ihad no choice.
I was his.Hewas mine.
And we were in this.
I nodded slowly.
He held my gaze.
Unfortunately, untilIcould process it further, that was allIhad for him.
He kissed my knuckles, let me go, resumed control of the craft and five minutes later landed us smoothly on the pad of our penthouse.
Chapter27
Struggling
“Shh.”
“You shh.”
“No,youshh.”
We all giggled.
And yes, we were all tipsy.
My gals had come for a gals’ night in.We’dstuffed our faces.Poorlyplayed billiards.Ilost a fortune in chocolate stars and corn nibbles at poker, because it would seemIseriously sucked at poker.Though, that might have had something to do with the fact, until that night,I’dnever played it.
And we’d drank a lot.
Gayle,CatandMoniquehad come to mine, because at the behest ofDr.Fearsome, backed byAleksei,Iwas now under quarantine since my beast could emerge at any time.
That night,I’dfinally gotten my updates from them (CatandBashwere still dating (yay!),GayleandSirkwere not (boo!) andMoniquewas still working so hard in order to be able to afford to remodel her flat, she wasn’t doing anything (boo again! but also, good for her)).
I’d given my friends all the news, which was mostly about howIwas falling in love with my awesome mate, with only a little bit about the rift and changes in theRoyalFamilyand whatIknew about whatever traitorous plot was unfolding.
I didn’t share not becauseIdidn’t trust them.
I didn’t do it because family business like that should stay in the family, andIhad a strong feeling that threats to the realm shouldn’t be discussed over bad poker playing and copious imbibing.
Aleksei had been with me when they arrived, and he’d checked in a couple of times during the evening, being his normal charming self, looking his usual gorgeous and making my gals oo and aah at how fantastic he was.Butother than that, he’d left us to our gal time.
The night was just whatIneeded.
We were standing at the lift.
And the gals had been loudly discussing the factIwas imminently going to have tipsy sex with my mate (mm-hmm,I’dshared about how greatAlekseiwas at that too).
Now that our night was over, my friends were right.Alekseiwould soon be giving me more of whatIneeded.
But the decibel level of our discussion caused me to emit the first “Shh.”
