Page 122 of Fortress of the Cursed

“I agree,” I say, feeling a wave of tiredness come over me. I don’t mind the reason behind why I’m so tired; in fact, I can’t wait to get back to Fynn’s suite, just to see what he’s doing.

Is that going to be me from now on? Needy for him?

I almost snort. That’s not going to happen. And I think Fynn knows it.

I’ve been my own person for far too long. I know Fynn likes to be in control, and a part of me knows that he’ll be pleased if I let him, but it’s not in my nature to let a man rule my life.

I’m still me.

As much as I love having him there in my life, I know that I’m not a woman who can be put in a box.

Sloane gives me a wink, noting the smirk on my face. I roll my eyes.

She’s right though, the rest of the women will find out, and I wonder if I should confess…

Just then, Maria claps her hands together and starts rounding us up at the table so we can eat and Mia can open presents at the same time.

It’s not like she has much say in the matter.

Mia is wearing a beautiful powder-blue dress that matches the color of her eyes. She looks so happy and carefree. I smile, knowing how good it feels to have all the things you want. To have the love of a man who gives it to you unconditionally.

I hope that we too get our greatest wish; to have a baby together, but I know we have plenty of time for all of that. Right now, it’s nice just being with him. Reigniting that old flame and getting to know one another again. And the sex. Well, that is just an added bonus.

Fynn certainly has learned a thing or two about where the female body pleasure points are located. I clench my thighs together when I think about what we did on the dining table last night.

How hard his body was, the heat in his eyes, and that penis of his that never seems to go down.

The man is completely insatiable. And I love every minute of it.

We’re treated to croissants and bagels as Mia squeals when she opens fancy presents in nicely wrapped packages. She unboxes candles, lotion, diapers, outfits, baby toys, blankets, and bottles galore. It seems everyone has gone a bit bonkers over the first Medici baby.

This kid is going to be one heck of a fashionista.

“Thank you, Bianca!” she gushes when she opens a present for herself; a see-through pink negligee that Bianca says is for making “baby number two.”

“I was going to get you comfy pajamas and slippers,” Bianca says. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“I’m sure Dante won’t mind.” Mia giggles.

It’s so good seeing Mia happy after all she’s been through. She’s come so far.

She deserves this. She deserves to be happy, surrounded by family and friends who love and care about her, spoiling her and her unborn child.

When I think back to the young woman who I examined all those months ago, it doesn’t even compare to the woman who sits in front of me now. I’m so happy to see a positive change, and that Mia has found such a wonderful guy like Dante. He and Fynn may claim they don’t get along, and in many ways, they are like chalk and cheese, but they’re more alike than they care to admit. Especially when it comes to loyalty.

And especially when it comes to those they love.

My heart warms when I think about Fynn and how much love poured from off of him last night, how our confessions were so heartfelt and strong, that it feels as if nothing could ever break us.

And I suddenly realize it can’t.

Nothing in this world can tear us apart. Not now.

There is nothing I won’t do for him, and he for me.

The stars finally aligned at the right time.

I think about how many lonely nights I have had, and how much time, effort, and dedication I’ve put into my work. How much I love doing what I do, having amazing friends and family, yet I’ve never felt this kind of a connection with anyone like I have with Fynn.

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