Page 28 of Chloé

His eyes shifted to Zayne.

His constant. His safe haven.

When he thought about how far they’d come and the obstacles they’d faced, this felt like the perfect time to start a new chapter in their life.

One where they would both finally gain some semblance of peace. One where theonlyfamily they dealt with was the kind that was loving and true—and that had been brought into their lives through the beautiful woman cuddled up beside his man.

Zayne must’ve sensed Ethan’s attention, because his eyes opened.

I love you,Ethan mouthed, and Zayne returned the sentiment as he ran a hand down Chloé’s hair.

Ethan’s heart skipped a beat, because while there was an ease between the three of them, there certainly wasn’t a sense of calm in knowing his heart now belonged totwopeople instead of one. Not when he knew how devastating it could be to lose that in the blink of an eye.

As if sensing the change in his mood, Zayne sat up a little and cleared his throat.

“So, hey, what are your thoughts on heading down to the estate this week? We could enjoy the sun, swim in the pool or the lake…”

Chloé sat up and put her laptop aside. “I mean, I’d love to, but I have to work.”

“That wouldn’t be a problem,” Ethan said. “Our driver can bring you to and from the city. As long as you don’t mind the commute.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I wouldn’t mind, but are you sure? I could just stay here and come out to your place—”

“Ourplace,” he corrected her, shutting his computer down too. “The estate is no different to this apartment or the one in Paris. You are ours, so they become yours.”

“Uh…” Chloé looked at Zayne, who nodded, then turned back to Ethan with a frown. “That’s very nice, but…that’s a lot. What if you decide—”

“Whatever you’re about to say, Red, don’t even bother.” Zayne smirked. “He’s already decided, which means the only way this will end is ifyousay so. Everything from here on out is a choice.Yourchoice.”

Chloé seemed about to refute that, but then something seemed to click, and she nodded. “The submissive holds the power.”

“Andour hearts,” Ethan added. “We’re in this,petite fille. One hundred percent. But if for some reason you decide this isn’t what you want—”

“I won’t.”

“Ifyou do, then that will be your choice. This week, though, I think it’s a good time to go over a few things.” His eyes shifted to Zayne, whose expression had softened. He knew exactly what Ethan was talking about.

“Things?” She chewed on her lower lip. “Goodthings?”

“Yes.” Ethan nodded. “No need to worry. Just some paperwork on the housing situation and business things.”

“Oh.”

“But if you’re not comfortable with that, we can wait.”

“No, that’s not it,” she said. “Of course you have paperwork. Youshouldhave paperwork—you’re very wealthy.”

“I am.”

“And you should protect yourself.”

“From you? Why? Do you plan to sneak off like a thief in the night with all our valuables?”

Chloé opened her mouth to respond, a clear “no” in her eyes, but at the last second she stopped herself and arched a sassy brow. “You never know. I just might.”

Ethan’s lip curled. The idea of Chloé trying to sneak out of their bedroom and he and Zayne capturing her appealed to him a little more than it probably should.

“I invite you to try. I don’t believe we’ve ever taken part inthatkind of role play, have we, Zayne?”

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