Page 77 of Until You (Forgive Me)

“Enough of the business talk. I can think of something else I’d much rather be doing.”

Her hands moved to the top button of his shirt, her lower lip catching in her teeth.

Christian’s pupils dilated, and he stepped into her space, scooping her up.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he said before heading for the stairs.

Chapter Thirty-four

Christian

The next couple of days flew by. Christian had done as Isabella requested and dropped the issue of Edward and Pierce. Although his gut was screaming, there was more at play. He just couldn’t work out what. Pierce was as wealthy as Dominic had been, probably more so, since he had taken over the company. As far as the business gossip mill was concerned, King and Lebroc were a thriving firm, so apart from keeping Isabella out of the business, what other motive could he have?

Lying in bed, Christian watched as Isabella turned in his arms, resting her chin and hand on his chest as she looked up at him.

“I’m going to sort out my trust fund before I return to Thailand. I may as well get the paperwork sorted before I leave.”

A sharp pain radiated through Christian’s chest at her words, but he swallowed it down and smiled at her.

“That makes sense,” he said, almost choking on the words.

Isabella put her head back down, resting her ear over his heart. He’d got used to her sleeping next to him. It had been six weeks since she’d arrived back in the UK. Six weeks of her being with him should have been smothering. Instead, he enjoyed her filling his space with her calming presence. She even got on with his daughter, something he’d never envisaged he would let happen.

“Do you know a solicitor?” Isabella asked, looking up once more. “I want to keep this quiet.”

Christian raised a brow. They’d not discussed her trust fund. He only knew about the clause that had prevented her from taking control of it on her twenty-fifth birthday. It had been invoked after her father’s death, when she’d been admitted to rehab.

Isabella rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, turning her head as Christian rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “It sounds silly, I know, but I really want to keep my life out of the press,” Isabella said.

“It’s not silly. No one wants to have their life paraded for the entertainment of others. I’ve strived to keep my personal life out of the public eye. Who I see, and what I do, they’re my business,” Christian said.

“So, can you help me?” Isabella asked, giving him a coy smile as she turned to face him and hooked a leg over his thigh.

“I can,” he mumbled, dropping his lips into the crook of her neck. “Tobias Grant, Star’s best friend and a first-class lawyer. He’s also part of the family. He helped raise Skylar with Star and his wife, Laura. If you want to trust anyone. Tobias is the man.”

Christian continued to trail kisses up Isabella’s neck before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling their lower bodies together.

Isabella groaned, a sound he was growing to love.

Isabella squirmed against him, positioning him at her entrance. He thrust into her. Her body accepted and welcomed him home. They moved together, kissing and touching until their bodies shattered around one another. Isabella lay in his arms, her eyes closed, her breathing soft and even.

Christian kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m going to miss you more than you will ever know,” he whispered before gently extracting himself from her arms and tucking her in. It was time to get to work and call Toby.

∞∞∞

Christian’s phone buzzed, snapping him back into the present.

“Hi, Lucy.”

“I have Tobias Grant on line one,” Lucy said.

“Great, put him through,” Christian said, his heart rate picking up.

“Christian,” Toby said.

“Hi Toby, thank you for calling me back.”.

He’d called Toby as soon as he reached the office, but according to his PA, Toby was in client meetings all morning.

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