Page 135 of Pervade Montego Bay
I sat up and stroked his cheek. “No, not because of that. Because this is where… your son lives.”
James was dumbfounded. “What?”
“Your boy. I know you’re keeping your son a secret to protect him. I promise never to tell anyone.”
“Em, I don’t have a child. Victoria and I…there’s no boy. You think I’d leave him here instead of being his father?”
“Only to keep him safe.”
“What makes you think I have a kid for God’s sake?”
I looked away for a moment.
“Emily?”
“I found the letter. Behind the photo of Victoria.”
He considered my reply for a moment, his expression hard to read. He reached for another tissue and dabbed me between my thighs. It was intimate and sensual—and kind—considering my outburst. Considering I’d snooped into his private life.
“That letter wasn’t addressed to me.” He looked like he was going to say more.
“It’s addressed to ‘James’.”
“A different James.”
I wasn’t sure I believed him. “Then who is the child mentioned in the letter?”
“Some secrets are never meant to be shared, Emily.”
“Do you hate me now?”For my crazy reasoning.
Though there was still a secret to be unraveled. That letter still meant something…
His eyes became glassy. “I’m in love with you. And you also know that I like to dominate and fuck you very hard.”
“And you know that I like it.”
“You mean you love it.”
I smiled sheepishly. “I’m sorry I read the letter. I was trying to find out more about Victoria. I want to help you celebrate her life.”
He stroked my cheek with affection as a plethora of emotions crossed his face, his touch tender and loving. A precious understanding shimmered between us.
“Do you want children?” I whispered.
He looked away and then smiled. “With the right woman, yes.” He reached for my hand and pressed his lips to my engagement ring.
My fingers tingled as his lips caressed them. “Am I that woman?”
“You know you are, Em.”
A flutter of excitement raced over me as I replayed his words. “I love you, James.”
He broke into a wicked grin. “Remember that time back at my castle when you warned that your revenge would bemefalling in love withyou?”
“Oh, yes.”
“How does it feel to be right?” he asked, pulling me into a fierce embrace.
