Page 62 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

They must be fighting over who comes to my room. A whole week, and I haven’t slowed down with tips. My accountant is going to kill me.

I take the trays into the bedroom, where Alisa is sitting up, watching cartoons. Over the past week, we’ve discovered we actually have a lot in common. One of them is goofy adult cartoons.

“What are we watching?” I ask, putting her tray down in front of her.

“Ugly Americans. It’s really old, and it only got one season. It’s really good, though.”

“Oh, I know this one. I’ve only seen one episode, though.”

“Well, prepare to be educated,” she says, grinning at me.

I feel so much lighter here. Like I can actually be my true self. I know this is all an illusion, though. Sooner or later, we’ll have to go back.

“What did you want to do today?” Alisa asks, stroking my arm as she rolls over in bed. “Do you want to go out, or stay in bed all day?’

“Hmm… how would we entertain ourselves if we stayed in bed?” I tease, tapping my chin.

“I have no idea,” Alisa says, blinking with wide-eyed innocence. “I was hoping you could suggest something.”

I lean down and kiss her very gently. “I thought you wanted some time to recover from yesterday?”

She chuckles a little. “I meant the hangover, not the sex.”

“It wasn’t my idea to have champagne for breakfast.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining.”

I kiss her harder, ready to push her back down on the bed and take her again. She kisses me back, but then she pulls away a little and reaches for her coffee.

“Damn. I was getting lucky,” I grumble.

“You’re nonstop lucky, all the time,” she says, winking at me. “And you know it’s only a matter of short time until I need your cock again, so don’t you dare pout at me.”

“I can’t help it,” I say, definitely pouting. “You shouldn’t be so hot.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll stop then.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

She giggles as she takes another sip of coffee, and again, I slip into the fantasy of never going back home.

This moment is so perfect… why can’t this be our life? She’s come out of her shell here, teasing me, loving me, having so much confidence… is this the woman she’s always been?

“I could go out, actually,” she says. “I don’t know about more shopping, though. I’ve already got a ton of stuff to take home.”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve hit every shop in a ten-mile radius, too,” I say wryly. “There can’t be much left in Silver Meadows to buy after the damage we’ve done.”

“Thank you, Jenks,” she says, looking up at me with sudden seriousness. “You didn’t have to spoil me like this. Really, your love is more than enough. But… it has been very nice.”

I laugh, sitting down beside her. “I’m glad I made you happy. What good does my money do, just sitting in the bank? Of course I want to spend it on you.”

She leans against my chest. I just enjoy the moment, the warm weight of her against my chest and the delicate smell of her hair.

I love you.

I know she can hear my unspoken thoughts, almost all the time. It isn’t scary at all, and I even hope she can see straight into my heart.

Then she’ll truly know how sorry I am. If she sees it in my heart, it will mean more than any words I could ever say.

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