Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins – Chapter 38
I twirl my fork in my linguini, sorry to see that it’s the last bite. It was delicious.
“So, did you like your meal?” Edgar asks.
“Yes,” I say, emphatically, scraping the plate with the side of my fork to get the last of the sauce. “It was ama-“
d tell.”
ts. Do you want some of mine?”
ons some onto my plate. “Thank you,” I say. “That’s really kind.”
even that hungry.”
time more often.”
I’d like that, Edgar.”
thing’s in order. Everything you could want for authenticity.
ms around his shoulders for a warm hug.
says, turning and gesturing towards me. I put on my best introductory smile and put out my hand but Nonna narrows her eyes at me, frowning.
nice to my Edgar.” Edgar laughs and playfully swats at Nonna’s finger.
Welcome, Ev-a-lynn. You are welcome anytime.”
la donna,” and then shuffles off towards the kitchen.
nd her husband were very good to me while I figured some things out. I actually lived in their attic for a while.”
me here, to this place that’s so important to you.”
like to be.”
my hand and then reaches for his glass of wine, giving me a toast. I sip from my glass as Edgar launches
lls his story. My own eyes drift to his full lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss them.
rence with me so far. Last time he took me out he dropped me off at my doorst
f**k me until the sun comes up.
l I saw Mark in the corner, staring at me, practically licking his chops.
use – duh – there were kids everywhere. But the moment a clown came and all the kids sat in a circle
t it, and in an instant, I was moaning, ready for him, reaching for the c**k I could feel straining against his utility pants.
irts up, and f**d me right there against the door, hard, with his hand over my mouth so the kids couldn’t hear me shout –
back. “Are you okay?”
think I’m just overtired and got lost in the story.”
et’s get you home.”
we left. The boys are going to love it.
t was a great night,” I say. I mean it, but as I look at him I do wonder…do we have the kind of passion that I’ve had in my past relationships? Do I need that kind of passion, which never resulted in happiness? I mean, even with Victor…
y.
ing up at him, placing a hand on his
his palm and softly bringing his lips to mine. At first it’s just a kiss, but then…slowly, I feel something spark in
the kiss and wrapping his arms around my waist. He tightens his arms, lifting me so that my feet barely skim the floor, a growl rumbling in the back of his throa
a*s.
dly – flashes to Victor in this moment, remembering the way that he touched me all those years ago, remembering –
sing the thought, kissing Edgar harde
tiful.”
dgar,” I say, my eyes closed, pulling him
d, I look elsewhere and notice that the window on my door is broken.
t…”
then tries the door – still locked. He reaches inside the window and to trigger the lock and then pulls it open.
n the kitchen floor with a note strapped to it with a rubber band. He hands it to me.
My fingers shake as I unwrap it, dropping the rock and focusing on the note, which is written in a shaky hand, as if the pers
d you, b***h.