Page 42 of The Price of My Sins

His lips met mine again, slower this time. “I got you, love. I missed you more than I knew was possible.” With that, I felt his warm substance coating my womb.

Bo pulled out of me and fell on the bed beside me. We both were a sweaty mess, and the silk sheets were soaked with our perspiration and lovemaking.

I still needed to tell him that I was pregnant, but with him dealing with his mama’s secret, I was scared about how he would take the news.

It had been a few days since I last spoke to my mother. Ever since the truth came out, I couldn’t bring myself to face her. Finding out that Henry, the man who raised me and the one I spent most of my life trying not to become, wasn’t even my real father messed me up in ways I hadn’t even begun to unpack.

Not that I ever had love for that man. Hell, most days, I hated him. But it was the principle. The lies. The betrayal. The fact that the one person I trusted most, my own mama, kept it from me all these years.

And to top it off, she let me carry Henry’s last name like a badge of shame. She had me walking through life with that man’s demons clinging to my back when, all along, there was another name that belonged to me. There was another man and another truth she buried like it wouldn’t matter when it came to light.

I’d been keeping my distance, needing space and trying to figure out who I even was now. Boris Anderson? Boris Smith? Son of Charles?

I wasn’t sure anymore. All I knew was the person I thought I was had shifted, and I wasn’t sure where to place the anger, confusion, and grief.

The diamond cufflinks caught the light from my bedroom lamp, flashing with a sharp glint as I adjusted them on my wrists. I gave myself one final once-over in the mirror, straightening the lapels of my black Tom Ford suit. It fit my frame just right, tailored perfectly to fit my tall frame, which was perfect for the night I had planned for Olivia.

Tonight wasn’t just a date, it was a statement. I wanted to show her that she was more than just sex. She was my peace and my future.

I grabbed my keys, wallet, and phone before heading out of the room and down the hall to the guest bedroom, where she was getting dressed. When I made it to the door, I stopped in my tracks at the scene before me.

There she was, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting one of her earrings. The red evening dress hugged every curve like it had been poured onto her skin. The dress had a thigh-high slit that showed off her smooth, brown leg and an open back that revealed just enough to drive me crazy. Her short blonde hair was styled in soft curls, the kind of effortless beauty that didn’t need a damn thing extra.

She turned slightly, and I caught sight of the gold stilettos she wore. The high heels made her legs look like they went on forever. Everything about her demanded attention, and I gave it, without shame.

She hadn’t noticed me yet, and I took a moment just to breathe her in from a distance. The soft glow of the bedroom lights kissed her skin, highlighting the shimmer on her shoulders. The way the dress moved with her as she paused to check her lipstick in the mirror made my dick jump in my slacks.

“You tryna kill me tonight?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

She looked up at me through the mirror, her lips parting into a slow smile. “You’ll be fine. I’m certified in CPR.” She winked at me, and my heart jolted.

I crossed the room, closed the distance between us, and slipped the rose into her hand. “You look like everything I didn’t know I needed,” I said, leaning in to place a kiss on her exposed shoulder.

She blushed, and I saw it—the softness behind her eyes and the way her smile fought the nerves she probably didn’t want me to see.

“Let’s go,” I whispered, offering my arm. “Tonight’s yours.”

She pursed her lips. “Oh, it’s like that, Big Bo?”

She slid her hand into the crook of my arm as we stepped outside. The night air was cool against her skin, but her presence burned warm beside me. Parked at the curb, sleek and gleaming under the streetlights, was a jet-black Rolls-Royce Phantom limo. The driver stood beside the open door, nodding with practiced discretion.

I guided her in first, watching the way her ass sat up in that red dress. The way the fabric slid along her thighs as she settled into the plush leather seats was a sight to see.Olivia looked like every man’s fantasy, but she was mine.

I climbed in beside her, and the door closed with a muted thump. A soft jazz melody floated through the cabin; I reached over, resting my hand gently on her bare thigh beneath the slit of her dress.

She turned to me with a playful side-eye. “So, it’s like this, big baller.” She smirked as she looked around the interior of the car.

“Anything for my queen. I promise to show you how a real man is supposed to treat his queen, O. Just give me a chance. I know how we got here was crazy, but just know… I got you.”

“Oh, you trying to get your dick sucked tonight? Don’t worry, you were going to get that the minute you got me outta this dress.” She cackled.

I chuckled. “You wild!”

“You know it,” she replied before looking out the darkly tinted window. “You still not going to tell me where we’re going?”

I gave her a slow grin. “Nope. Just trust me.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips gave away that she was enjoying the secretive date night.

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