Page 71 of King of Lies
“I don’t know, Hen,” he says softly. “You just seem off.”
“I think I’m coming down with something,” I lie. More like a broken heart.
“You don’t think—” he starts but doesn’t finish.
“I don’t think what?”
“That you could be carrying my baby, Hen?” he asks the one thing I wasn’t expecting and my heart stops. God how I’d love to have a little boy with his dark hair and blue eyes, but it’s not to be. I would be stuck here for sure if I was carrying the heir.
“No,” I whisper, and I feel both sad and thankful.
“All right,” he says after a while, and it sounds almost like he’s disappointed too.
“You should probably sleep somewhere else tonight. I wouldn’t want you to catch it.”
“I’ll risk it,” he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Okay.”
And then I finally given in to sleep because I have nothing left to give.
• • •
The sheets and blankets are whisked down my body and I’m rolled to my back. Gentle fingers move between my legs and I wake up as my orgasm washes over me.
When I open my eyes, I see the pale light of early morning. Rhys is laying on his side with his head in his hand and his other hand still between my legs.
“Good morning,” he smiles just before he covers my mouth with his and I get lost in the kiss. Really, how could I not. He’s always had a pull over me, even though my heart is in pieces.
I pull him to me and revel in his kiss. I’m so weak for him.
Rhys covers me with his body and slides inside me in one smooth thrust. Quietly, gently, he brings our bodies together as he makes love to me. Together, his mouth hovering over mine and our breaths mingling, we come.
“I love you, Stella,” he says passionately, filled with real, genuine meaning, rocking my world. “If you know anything, it’s that my love for you is true.”
Tears pool in my eyes and I don’t know what to think. Maybe it wasn’t Rhys on the sofa? Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me? Or at the very least the queen is.
“I love you, too.”
“I hate that I have to leave you alone again today.”
“You’re leaving again?” I ask and I hate that I sound so pathetic. Didn’t I just decide last night that I can’t be here anymore?
“Yes, love, but only for the day,” he says. “I’ll be back for dinner.”
“Okay.”
He pulls away from me and climbs out of the bed and I watch his beautiful body walk toward the bathroom. I hear the shower click on and I lay in bed and wonder what the hell I’m going to do with my life.
The water turns off and I hear him moving about the dressing room. When he comes out, he’s dressed in a beautiful suit and sits on the edge of the bed. He pulls me, blankets and all, into his lap.
“It’ll be all right, Hen,” he says softly. “I promise.”
I don’t know what to say, mainly because I’m not sure that I believe him, so I just nod my head.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
I nod again, because I don’t even know what the true answer is. Yes? No? Maybe? I don’t know.
