Page 36 of Possessed By You
“Yes.”
“With her?”
“Yes, with her.”
“You’ve got to be joking…Alex, she’s pregnant.”
Oh, Alexander’s hearing her eviscerate me too. Great.
“How far along is she?”
“Eight weeks.”
He shuts his briefcase, not looking up at me.
“Did you have her sign a pre-nup?”
I stiffen as it becomes harder to remain silent.
“No, I did not,” Benjamin answers swiftly, blunt as hell.
I hear a shrill snicker.“Have you got a brain tumor, Benjamin? Have you fallen on your head?”
Like the night with his father, Benjamin reaches a breaking point, having surpassed annoyance, and leaps straight into fury. “I’ve had enough of this. No, she didn’t sign a pre-nup. We’re married, and there is not a damn thing you can say that would change that. Also, since she’s heard every word you’ve said, you may have just lost the chance to get to know your grandchild. Goodnight, Mother.”
He slams the phone down.
Now I know why he’s hesitant about children. I just heard the evidence.
“Well, she was lovely,” I say airily, shielding her insults with a quip, refusing to let her drag us down. Benjamin is visibly relieved to see I’ve chose amusement rather than complete defensiveness.
“Isn’t she?”
I scoop up my purse from next to his desk. “Let’s go.”
“I’m sorry you had to hear that. She’s usually unbearable, but that was disgusting behavior,” he says, obviously not past what she said.
Oddly enough, I am. “It’s okay, Ben.”
Instead of focusing on his mother, I feel for him. Benjamin has dealt with a woman that vicious all his life, and it’s a pity. She’s never going to know her son, her amazing, beautiful son. I pity her, and one day she’ll envy me. She’s going to envy that I know him better than she ever will.
He takes my hand as we leave his office and walk through the empty suite.
“What do you think about eating on the boat tonight? It was cold last time we were on it. It will be nice tonight.”
“I’d love it,” I say, appreciating the world of difference he’s made since yesterday.
Noticing my silent probing, his brows furrow while he clicks for the elevator. “What?”
“I love you,” I declare, walking past him into the parted doors with a sly smile. I giggle when he catches me from behind and nuzzles into my throat.
“I love you too,” he says near my ear as the car begins its descent to the lobby. He’s caged me into a corner. His mouth is nearly upon mine when my phone blares between us.
We both exhale, releasing the pent-up tension while I dig for my cell.
Kevin’s name is lighting up the screen.
“Shit.”
