As he shows us around, I am in awe of this man’s style. Everything is inviting and if I were to have a say in decorating, I would have chosen the same things. The kitchen has all stainless steel appliances with a stainless steel hanging pot rack that is supported by a rectangular aged wood beam that hangs from the ceiling with chains. The cabinets are sleek and black with glass inserts in the doors and stainless steel handles. The industrial style with modern and rustic touches fit his personality perfectly, sturdy and stylish.
We pass through the great room to enter a wide hallway. The first door we pass is a set of double doors that are closed as he leads us to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
The bathroom is large and inviting with travertine tiles on the floor and shower walls. Glass blocks are inserted in a random pattern to break up the stone on the walls, and the glass door is frosted to offer privacy. The Jacuzzi tub is large enough for two people and is located next to the shower
The two spare rooms are on either side of the bathroom. Only one has a queen size bed and dresser. The other room is a gym.
“We can go shopping for paint and bedding for Alex so you can decorate however you want. Also, we need to call the bed & breakfast to have Marge ship all of your things here. In the meantime, we can go shopping and pick up whatever the two of you need.”
Alex runs to the bed shouting mine, mine, mine, so I lift him up, and he buries himself in the pillows. “Is it time for a little nap, baby?” I look to Alexander to make sure it’s okay. He just nods his head and leaves the room for a minute then returns with an iPad. He is downloading a few children’s books to read to Alex as he lies down on the other side.
“Okay Buddy, do you want, Are you my Mother or If you give a pig a pancake?”
“Pig, pig, pig.”
I watch and listen in awe as this big, masculine, sexy man, proceeds to make funny voices as he reads our son to sleep.
“Come on, Beautiful Girl. I’m going to show you the best part of the house.”
My face heats up as he takes my hand and pulls me from our sleeping son. He leads me down the hall toward the living room but stops right in front of the double doors we passed when we entered the hallway.
“Again, if you don’t like this room, we can change it, but I had it decorated with everything that reminds me of you.”
As he pushes open the door, he picks me up and carries me into his room then places me on the bed. The room is sexy, masculine, feminine, and welcoming. The duvet is nude in color with red and amber pillows that are piled by the headboard. There is a red rug at the foot of the bed and little splashes of red all over the room. The king size bed is platform style with a headboard that has large squares of padded leather that extend from the mattress almost to the ceiling. This room invites sex and sensuality and represents everything a master bedroom should be. A retreat.
Everything in the room is eye candy but what grabs my attention is the pencil sketch of myself that sits in a frame on the dresser. The likeness is so realistic that I can only stare in shock.
“I didn’t want to forget, so I drew you with every detail I remembered. I know it seems a little stalker-ish, but something about you drew me in and I was determined to find you again someday.”
“Oh, Alexander, I need you, like right now. I need you like I need air to breath.”
~Savage~
God, I love this woman. I prowl to the bed causing her to move to the center. It doesn’t take much to divest her of all of her clothing and I am pleased to see that the duvet cover matches the color of her skin. This room was decorated with only her in mind. A stark reminder of all I had lost and now I have found. This woman is my happy ending.
“Oh, Alexander! I love you!”
She holds me captive and if she is not pregnant by now, she will be soon.
Chapter Eighteen
Begin:
*Perform or undergo the first part of an action or activity. *come into being or have its starting point at a certain time or place. *hold a specific role before holding another.
~Olivia~
The thought of starting over has always been overwhelming to me, but I find myself looking forward to new beginnings. I will miss George and Liz, and I will always consider them my family, but Alexander has promised to take me there often. Derek even offered to fly them here on his private plane. Apparently, I was on Derek’s plane when they took me from Alabama, although I don’t remember any of it.
“Hey, Beautiful Girl. Can I get you anything else to eat or drink?”
“No, thank you. I am stuffed. Jax made enough food for a family of twenty, but I can’t eat another bite.”
“Well, Alex is done eating and is helping Ren and Tori go through baby magazines to pick out toys for their babies. Do you want to join them? Maybe find some things in there that Alex would like?”
He winks at me and I know there is a double meaning in there somewhere. He wants a baby too, a playmate for his boy, and has hinted several times that we should practice often. I don’t know why or how I got so lucky that day on Miami Beach when John walked
