Page 177 of When We Fall: Part Two
She blinked at me. “What?”
“I will be going to speak to your father this week about marriage. If he agrees, you and I will marry. I will raise the child as mine. He or she will carry my last name. For all intents and purposes, the child will be mine.Ours.” My chest clenched as I reached across the table and took her hand in mine. “If you’ll have me.”
Her eyes lit up like it was fucking Christmas day as she nodded, her auburn hair bouncing.
“I can be your wife? I’ll be Celeste De Luca?”
“Yes,” I said tightly, my voice holding a slight tremor to it. “My wife. The mother of my child.”
“Children,” she corrected, her eyes shining brightly. “We’ll have more, right?”
“Of course,” I said, forcing a smile onto my lips. I had to play this part even though it sickened me deeply. “As many as you want.”
“Oh my god, Lorenzo!” She squealed and got to her feet. I stood too. She threw her arms around my shoulders and planted her lips on mine.
My gag reflex was strong, but I forced it away. I forced everything that screamed at me to kill her now down and wrapped my arms around her, parting my lips to kiss her back to make it as real as I could.
I hadn’t kissed another woman since I’d fallen in love with my sunshine.
I was going to be sick. The nausea unfurled in my guts as her tongue slid against mine.
Get through this. Get through this. Get fucking through this. For E. For Fox. For the top. So I fulfill my promise.
She broke the kiss off and cradled my face with both hands. “I knew you’d come around. I knew it.” She kissed me again before I broke it off.
“Easy. I need to speak to your father and get his blessing first,” I said.
“Daddy will say yes,” she said, her grin wide. “Oh my god! I’m so happy. I just knew it would work.”
I gave her a stiff smile. “Let’s finish our dinner. We can get to know one another.”
She nodded eagerly and retook her seat. I waved a waiter over and asked for more wine.
I’d need it if I were going to get through this shit.
FIFTY-FOUR
ANSON
“What the fuck is this?” I asked Trent as I stared down at the pictures he’d just sent to my phone.
“Those are pictures of your boy making out with Celeste Vander Veer,” Trent replied, sitting on my couch next to Ryder.
I swallowed hard, unable to believe what I was seeing.
“How?” I asked, looking up from the image of Enzo kissing Celeste on a sidewalk in front of a restaurant. It definitely didn’t look like he was there against his will.
Fury churned in my guts.
Rosalie.
She likely didn’t know.
Fucking prick. Motherfucking asshole.
I steadied my breathing.
“We were out last night, picking up chicks,” Ryder said.
