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When he lays beside me, I smile at him, finally feeling at peace.
“Everything is perfect,” I say softly. “Everything feels right again.”
“I feel the same way.” He brushes my hair back from my face. “My island angel.”
He pecks my lips. “I got you. Forever. Me and you. It’s gonna be okay.”
I let my eyes drift shut, secure in the words he says, because I believe him. I believe in him. And I believe in us.
Chapter 63
Vincent
My phone buzzes relentlessly.
I check the time before I answer. 7:17 a.m.
My people had been letting me sleep in knowing my body is still readjusting. But if Bob, my publicist, is calling me this fuckin’ early, I know it’s something important.
I slip out of bed, careful not to disturb Ari. In the bathroom, I close the door and dial him back.
“What’s goin’ on?” I say, rubbing my eyes.
“Sir…somebody’s shopping pictures,” he stammers. “Of you and Ms. Williams. On the beach. Does that ring a bell?”
I stop moving. “Pictures of what?” I ask, even though I have a sinking feeling I already know.
“It looks like it’s aerial photos. Someone probably took them not realizing what they had until now.”
“You’ve seen ‘em?”
“Yes, sir.”
My jaw clenches. “Spit it out, man.”
“You appear to be…having sexual intercourse.”
“Fuck!”
“Apparently there’s a bidding war.”
I slam my hand on the counter. “Nah. Whatever they offering, top that shit. Once we got them bitches in our possession, have them muhfuckas locked the fuck up. Handle this shit, man. That’s what I’m payin’ you for.”
“I’m on it,” he says.
I hang up and shake my head. It feels like it’s always something. Just had a perfect night with Ari just for this bullshit to pop up.
And of course, I woke her up. She’s rubbing her eyes when I walk back into the bedroom.
“Morning, baby,” I say, painting on a smile. I don’t wanna burden her. Not today. Not ever. “You hungry?”
“Of course. But first, I need to pee.”
“Alright. Let’s get you up.”
I help her to her feet and wait outside of the bathroom in case she needs me. When she comes out, I kiss her, then bend to kiss her belly.
We go downstairs. I order breakfast and we eat together, laughing over little things, enjoying the moment. But all I can think about is those pictures. If Bob don’t take care of this shit, that smile and all that happiness I see in her is gonna evaporate. I can’t let that happen.
