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I was right.
His jealousy and insecurities were the reason behind his behavior.
But no matter how much I wanted to ask why he felt that way, I wouldn’t.
I wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
I’d give him the space he needed.
No matter how eager I was.
“It’s all right.
I understand,” I said, kissing his chest.
“I was just hurt when I asked you if you trusted me and you didn’t say anything.
That hurt the most.”
“There’s no one in this world I trust more than you.
You’re the only one who matters to me.”
He brushed his lips against my brows.
I sighed, snuggling against him.
“I just needed to hear that.”
A smile tugged at my lips.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He pulled me closer.
When some moments passed without another word, I thought our conversation for the night was over.
And this conversation helped take my mind off the incident tonight.
I thought I could at least sleep in peace in his arms now, until he opened his mouth again, snatching every bit of sleepiness from my eyes.
“You want to know everything, right?
Everything about my past, about my father’s murder?”
My heart ran faster as I nodded, not saying anything.
“I’ll tell you everything.
Everything you want to know.”
SIXTY-THREE: MRS.
VALENCIAN
A sigh left me with the continuous feathery kisses gliding down my neck and shoulder, when the gentle yet possessive touch of a pair of calloused hands over my curves pulled me out of the sleep.
His hot breath fanned the skin of my neck.
A raspy, deep groan reverberated through his chest when his palms glided over my chest.
“So perfect…” he murmured in my ear in a husky voice.
A gasp slipped from my lips as he softly bit on the skin of my throat.
My eyes fluttered open to the shadowed room.
The curtains blocked the sunlight out, only some rays of light peeked through the gaps.
A pair of beautiful stormy gray eyes peered into mine.
With some strands of his ruffled bed hair falling over his forehead, thick stubble across his sharp jaw, and that familiar intense look of his whenever he looked at me left me breathless; as always.
“Good morning, my beautiful rose.”
Gently grabbing my chin, he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
My heart fluttered at his simple yet sweet gesture.
I smiled.
“Morning.”
“How did you sleep, baby?”
“Good.”
All thanks to him.
His touch and presence set my mind at peace.
Even though his words from last night nagged me.
“When will you tell me?”
I asked him last night, ready for the answers I was looking for so desperately.
His eyes met mine.
“Tomorrow.
You’ll know everything tomorrow.”
“Why tomorrow?”
“I need some time, Rosebud.
I need to prepare myself to live my past once again, the past I had buried in the darkest corner of my memories.”
He asked for a day.
And I’d have given him more than just a day if he had wanted.
I made a mistake by pushing him too far once, I had hurt him unintentionally.
I didn’t want to do it again.
One day wasn’t much to wait for.
I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Where are we going?”
He let out a chuckle.
“Aren’t you an impatient one?”
Last night, he said he wanted to take me somewhere.
Somewhere we could spend some alone time away from here.
Especially after the stressful days.
And in his words, it was a temporary replacement of the plan he made for our vacation.
Because a long vacation wasn’t possible at the moment due to his constant meetings with the Russians.
But he promised me to take me on one soon.
I knew he needed this day out as much as I did.
He needed this time to prepare himself to reveal his every secret before me.
I pouted.
“I hate it when you do that.”
“Well, it’s called surprise, baby.”
His smile slowly slipped.
A look of concern took over his features as he cupped my cheek.
“You okay?”
Letting out a sigh, I nodded.
“I’m better now.”
Last night was one of the worst nights of my life.
I was shocked.
But I was fine now.
And the love of my life being there for me made it easier.
“You sure?
We can postpone it if you want to stay in today.”
His thumb brushed over my cheek.
I shook my head.
“No.
I’m fine.
Don’t worry.
I’m actually looking forward to this, uh, what to call it?
A date?”
One of my brows raised.
The breathtaking smile appeared back on his heavenly features.
“Call it whatever you like.
All that matters is you being with me.”
“So, it’s our second date, then?”
“Nope,” he said, making me frown.
“First.
Our first date as an official couple.
Not just as friends.”
Rolling my eyes, I bit my lip.
Heat crept up my cheeks, remembering how I forced him to go on a date with me just as friends.
I had no choice, though.
I hoped this date would turn out good.
Not that the last one wasn’t good.
It was amazing, the most beautiful day of my life.
But the end was equally disastrous.
So, I wished everything would turn out well this time.
His gray eyes looked down at me with adoration and love.
Tracing my cheeks, he leaned in and kissed both of them.
“These adorable freckles.
Do you know I hate it when you hide them with powder?”
I giggled.
“It’s makeup.
And yes, I know that.”
“Then why do you do that?”
“Because I don’t like them much.”
His brows furrowed.
“But they’re beautiful.”
I bit my lip at his confused face.
He looked so adorable.
He snuggled against my neck, letting out a groan.
“You don’t know how beautiful you look with them, my rose.
You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His voice came out husky, sending a shiver down my spine.
His hand returned to my chest, cupping me firm with his big, calloused hand.
Then I realized how my legs were wrapped around his hips.
Our bodies were pressed together, my soft one against his hard frame.
When his hand marked their territory over my chest, his lips left more hickeys on my neck, sending my senses haywire.
His huge junior was rigid and hard against my thigh.
I felt a painful tug at my core.
“My rose…” he groaned.
My breath came out ragged.
I needed more.
And just as I pulled him closer, tightening my legs around him, my stomach decided to interrupt.
He pulled away slightly, a frown formed between his brows.
“You’re hungry?”
Then he shook his head.
“Of course you are.
You didn’t have your dinner last night.”
At the mention of last night, I felt his shoulders tensing.
But he composed himself soon.
“Let’s freshen up and I’ll make something for you.”
Moving himself away from me, he placed a kiss on my stomach.
“Let’s go.”
Smiling, I put my hand in his awaiting one and let him carry me to the washroom.
I didn’t ask him about his sudden tense mood.
In fact, I was grateful he didn’t start any conversation about last night.
I didn’t have the strength to remember the incident again and again.
Pulling my hair up,
I set it into a messy bun and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
My eyes were still puffy from my crying last night, and the bags underneath them were noticeable.