Page 41 of Promised at Birth

“You didn’t ruin anything. Don’t worry about it.”

“I know I am supposed to you know…we are supposed to consummate the marriage.”

I sigh. “We will when you feel better. I’m in no hurry.”

Liar. My cock twitches. I don’t want her to know how badly I want to fuck her.

“What do you do for work Bobby?”

“Not much, meetings, signing papers, trading stocks.”

“Do you kill people?”

“I am a businessman, not a hitman.”

I hate questions.

“Have you ever killed anyone?” Gwen asks and giggles.

Fuck! She should be afraid of me!

“Not your concern.”

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“You do enough talking for both of us.”

Gwen rolls her eyes.

“Bobby, why did you agree to marry me?”

I love when she says my name.

“Time to settle down. Why did you agree to marry me?”

“My father always told me I had responsibilities as his daughter - I had to marry the right person. I was not allowed to fall in love and get married like other girls – life isn’t a fairy tale. I didn’t know I would marry one of Paul’s sons one day. I didn’t know my father built his empire through illegal means. I always thought he was perfect.”

“How does it feel to know your father is an ambitious, greedy criminal like the rest of us? Sorry I shouldn’t have said that.”

Gwen is just a pawn. A game piece in Fielding’s and my father’s game of money, power, and success. Given to my father to repay Fielding’s long-term debt of success.

“Bobby, why are you being so nice to me?”

“You’re hurt and you are my wife - it is my job to take care of you.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

Oh God. I hate questions.

“No. I am not the kind of man that falls in love with a woman. I am too much like my father and older brother. We care about business, not love.”

I push a strand of Gwen’s blonde hair behind her ear. I am struggling to not touch her. Not good.

“Why?”

“That’s not who I am. I am not a nice guy. I don’t have feelings.”

I hate when chicks start talking about feelings.

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