The True Luna's Forbidden Temptation - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Analise.
An hour later, I stand in our gleaming kitchen, surrounded by a whirlwind of aromas. The sizzle of Tyler's favorite rosemary lamb chops fills the air. I lean forward towards the pot and take a whiff.
“Perfect!” I whisper to myself, fighting the urge to touch my stomach again.
Suddenly I hear sharp clicks of heels against the marble floor. I don’t need to turn around to guess who it is. It’s Vivian, my mother-in-law. Her presence alone seems to suck the warmth off the room.
"Well, well, well," her voice drips with disdain. "Playing housewife again, are we?"
I force a smile, refusing to let her see the effect she has on me. "Well, hello, Vivian. I'm just preparing a special dinner for Tyler. It’s our fifth year anniversary.”
“Ha! How your marriage lasted five years is really beyond me.”
I bite my tongue, refusing to take the bait. This has always been Vivian’s game. She will insult me, say mean things to me. And when I answer back, she will run to Tyler and claim that I have disrespected her.
“We’re in love, Vivian. You know that.”
“Ha!” she scoffs. “He may have been in love with you before. But now… I can’t be so sure. After all, he’s now the CEO of a multi-million company. And you…” Her eyes scan me from head to toe, her lips curling in disgust. “You’re still the same nobody that he picked up from somewhere. You don’t even have a family to introduce to him. Which orphanage did you grow up in again?”
I will myself to stay calm. Doctors’ orders. I can’t let her get to me.
“Have you forgotten that I helped Tyler build TL Glam from the ground up? It was my masterpieces that put Tyler’s company on the map.”
Vivian's laughs sarcastically. "Oh, darling. Are you really that naive? Do you think that designing a few trinkets is enough to be worthy of someone as great as my son? You’re crazy if you think it’s enough to make you his equal.”
I clench my jaw, willing myself to remain calm. I think about the precious secret that I’m carrying in my tummy. "I'm just a Senior Designer at TL Glam, but I played a big part in helping Tyler build it into what it is now."
"Did you now? As far as I know his biggest help is the investment from his partner firm, SB Capitals. With the amount of money they put on Tyler, he can hire the best designers in the world. Far better than you." Vivian arches a perfect eyebrow. "You see, you’re actually quite indispensible. Tell me, when was the last time you actually saw my son? When was the last time he asked you out on a date?"
The question hits harder than I care to admit. I turn back to the stove, focusing on plating the lamb chops. "No matter how busy we both were, we make time for each other," I say, though, even I find that unconvincing.
"Of course you do," Vivian's tone is saccharine. "But be warned. Someday, he will realize that he’s way over your league now. Why do you think he doesn’t even introduce you to the public as his wife?”
I take a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm. Stress isn't good for the baby. "Was there something you needed, Vivian?"
She waves a dismissive hand. "Oh, I was just passing by. Don't let me interrupt your little... project."
As she sashays out of the kitchen, I lean against the counter, trying to calm my nerves. My hand instinctively goes to my stomach.
"It's okay," I whisper. "She doesn't matter. Soon, we'll be a real family, and nothing Vivian says can change that."
As I return to preparing the dishes, I cannot help asking myself, ‘When did Tyler and I last sit down for a romantic dinner like this?’ It’s been too long, I think.
I clear my throat and push the thought away, focusing only on making this night perfect. It doesn’t matter that Tyler is a bit cold recently. Everything will change once he knows about the baby.
8PM. The clock ticks relentlessly as I sit at the elaborately set dining table. The candlelight casts dancing shadows across the untouched plates.
‘Did he get my message?’
He should. Because I must have sent him about twenty messages already. I reminded him that today was our fifth anniversary, and I told him I cooked at home. So, unless the company is on the verge of collapse, he should make it home.
I check my phone for the hundredth time, my fingers hovering over Tyler's name.
"Just one more try," I whisper to myself, hitting the call button.
‘Hi, this is Tyler Lewis. Leave a message…’
Voicemail. Again.
I swallow hard, typing out a text with trembling fingers: "Hi, it’s me again. Dinner’s getting cold. I cooked all your favorite dishes. And I have a surprise that will make you go over the moon. Come home soon.”
The message sits unanswered, mocking me.
Hours crawl by. I pace around the room. I check the clock again. It’s already 10PM.
I hear a scoff at the door. I turn just in time to see Vivian smirking before she turns around to retire to her room.
Finally, at the stroke of midnight, I hear a jingling of keys. The door swings open, and there he is—my Tyler, swaying slightly on his feet, his sandy blonde hair is disheveled by still looks sexy on him.
"Hey…" he slurs, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. “What are you doing here?”
Before I can speak, he's on me, his lips crashing against mine with an urgency I haven't felt in months. The scent of whiskey is strong on his breath, mingling with something else—a perfume I don't recognize.
"Tyler," I gasp, pulling back slightly. "I've been waiting for-"
"Sshh," he murmurs, and suddenly, his hands are all over me. "Don't need words. I only need you."
A part of me wants to stop him, to insist on the dinner I've prepared and to share my news. But the way he's looking at me, touching me—it's been so long since he touched me like this.
"Upstairs," Tyler growls, pulling me towards the staircase. "Now."
As he leads me up, stumbling slightly, I can't help the thrill that runs through me. Despite everything – the waiting, the worry, the gnawing hunger in my belly—I feel a spark of hope. Maybe this is the turning point we need.
"Tyler," I breathe, my heart racing. "There's something I need to tell you-"
He silences me with another kiss. This time, more demanding. "Later," he insists. "Right now, I just want to lose myself in you."
My body tingles with anticipation as we stumble up the stairs, Tyler's hands never leaving me. It's been so long since he's touched me like this… been so long since I felt wanted like this.
"God, I've missed this," I whisper, running my fingers through his sandy blonde hair.
Tyler's brown eyes, usually so focused, are hazy with alcohol and desire. "Me too, baby. So much."
As we reach the bedroom, a small voice in the back of my mind reminds me of the doctor's warning. But the feel of Tyler's lips on my neck, his hands exploring my body, makes it so damn hard to think straight.
"Wait," I gasp, pulling back slightly. "Tyler, we need to slow down. I—"
He cuts me off with another searing kiss. "No slowing down. I need you now."
I melt into his embrace, savoring the moment. This is what I've been longing for—not just the physical connection, but the passion, the urgency.
"Just... be gentle, okay?" I murmur, guiding his hands to my hips.
Tyler nods, his expression softening for a moment. "Okay, I will try.”
As we fall onto the bed, I tell myself it'll be fine. I can keep things under control. If it gets too rough, I'll stop him. But right now, all I want is to lose myself in this rare moment of intimacy with my husband.
Tyler's lips trace a path down my neck as his weight settles over me. The familiar scent of his cologne mingles with something stronger, earthier. My fingers dig into his shoulders, gently scratching his skin.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmurs against my skin, his voice husky.
I arch into him, drinking in every sensation. "Tyler," I breathe.
Tyler nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply. "Rainie, you smell so fucking good!"
I freeze, my blood turning ice cold. ‘Did he just...?’
No, I must have misheard. But as Tyler continues his passionate assault on my senses, oblivious to my sudden tension, the name echoes in my mind.
‘Rainie?’
‘Who the fuck is Rainie?’