Page 21 of By His Rule

“Yes, boss.”

“Good. See you soon. Love you, bye.”

She must immediately get on the phone to Lewis, her and Kingston’s driver, because not two minutes later a sleek black town car appears at the end of the street before slowing to a stop in front of me.

“Good afternoon, Miss Lori,” Lewis says with a wide, genuine smile as he climbs from the driver’s seat.

“It’s okay, I’ve got it,” I say in a rush, pulling the back door open myself.

Having a driver is strange enough; having him open the door for me, is more than I can handle.

“Let’s go find the other troublemaker then, shall we?” he teases before taking off.

5

KIAN

“Long day?” I ask Kingston, my older brother, when he falls into the seat on the other side of my desk with a loud sigh as I finish reviewing the spreadsheet in front of me.

“Something like that,” he mutters, slumping back and getting comfortable.

“You look exhausted,” I point out.

He grunts. “Tatum,” he says as if that explains everything.

“Ah, I see. I gotta say, I’m impressed that the honeymoon stage has lasted this long. I had money on her having killed you by now.”

“Fuck off. She’d never do that. She needs my dick too much.”

“Evidently,” I mutter as a weird feeling knots my stomach.

I want to say it’s jealousy, but that’s fucking crazy.

I don’t want what he’s found with Tate.

The same woman day in, day out.

No, thank you.

I fucking love my life and the variety of women I have the pleasure of spending time with.

Maybe it’s pity. That’s a similar kinda feeling, right?

“Sadly, I wasn’t awake half the night because I was balls deep in my wife,” he mutters disappointedly.

“Oh? Arguing with Grizzy again?” I chuckle, thinking of the hate/hate relationship King has with Tate’s cat.

“Fuck off. Me and that annoying little fluff puff are like this now,” he says holding a hand up to show me his crossed fingers.

“Of course you are.” My cell lights up beside me with a message from my little sister. “So, what’s the problem then?” I ask, focusing on my brother for now.

“Tatum’s taken to talking in her sleep.”

“What?”

He shrugs. “Fuck knows, Bro. I’ve read all the books and tried to understand everything she’s going to experience in the next few months, but not one book or website says anything about women talking in their sleep during pregnancy.”

“Right,” I mutter, trying not to openly laugh at him. I can’t help it; the thought of catching him with his nose in a book that’s called something along the lines of What to Expect When You’re Expecting is just too much to handle.

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