Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 143: Chapter 143

Healthy relationships were built on more than sex.
Everyone said so.
Logically, I knew there must be some truth in that statement.
But there was something to be said for physically connecting with someone. In my not-expert opinion, sex sated more than carnal appetites, it brought people closer.
Having sex with Andres was an intimacy I’d never shared with anyone else, and it made me feel closer to him. It boosted my energy, my confidence, my happiness.
But maybe that was just him. He was so supportive. Easily the kindest, most sincere man I’d ever met.
Andres had been insatiable for me that night. And every night since. I reciprocated that feeling.
And then some.
I wanted the man all the time. Like, all the time. So much so, I actually used the little clitoral massage toy Sofia had bought me as a bachelorette party present, even though I didn’t have a bridal shower.
Note to self. Tell Sofia a thank you when I see her.
I swallowed down my lusty thoughts. There was no way I wanted to go to this lawyer’s meeting thinking about sex with my fine as fuck man.
After I brushed my teeth, I turned the water on inside the stupid luxurious shower of the main bathroom that was attached to mine and Andres’ bedroom.
Stepping beneath the stream of hot water, I sighed, allowing the constant stream to wash away some of my stress.
I knew the meeting with Gary was going to be horrible.
Everything with Gary was horrible.
And I wished I could say that was why I was freaking out.
On some level, it was, of course. I was so worried that bastard would somehow win visitation with Sammy, and I knew I could never allow it.
But my stress was due to something else. Something totally unexpected.
I think I might be desperately in love with my husband.
Every time I thought I had his motivations defined, Andres took me by surprise.
Like when he came home to eat dinner with us every night. Like we were a real family. That was one of the first and biggest shocks I’d had to contend with after Sammy and I moved into Andres’ condo.
I was going to miss that tonight, but of course, Gary’s lawyers had asked to meet during the time I usually set for Sammy, and now all of us, to have our evening meal.
Gary would have remembered that. And he would have chosen the time on purpose.
Dick.
What he did not know was my new husband had no problem leaving work a couple of hours early, just so Sammy could still enjoy dinner with the two of us.
Thoughtful man.
Dangerous man.
The man was terrifying. And I didn’t mean Gary.
I meant Andres.
My husband.
Didn’t he know it was dangerous doing things like that? That it was terrifying to make me wonder if I had real feelings for him? Even worse, to make me want them.
How could I keep what we were doing in check if he went around confusing me like that?
I exited the shower, rubbing lotion on my skin and a thick-toothed comb through my hair. I applied my face cream and some texturizing hair product to make my bouncy curls behave while I let them air dry.
After our early dinner, Andres excused himself.
He had to head back to Volkov Towers, promising to meet me at the law firm where Gary’s lawyers were hosting this little meeting.
He was going to send a car to get me from Josef’s security firm. And we’d already borrowed Nanny Rosa from Sofia and Adrik to sit with Sammy while we were gone.
I didn’t feel comfortable hiring our own nanny just yet, and Andres was not forcing the issue.
In fact, the only time he brought it up was when we first moved in. That was about the same time he said I didn’t have to cook or clean or anything. That he would hire any staff I needed or wanted.
But I enjoyed cooking, and Andres seemed to like eating whatever I made well enough.
Danger.
Andres was an enigma to me. I’d never known a man like him. But I wanted to. I found myself wanting to know everything about him.
What made him tick?
What did he like?
What did he want?
What did he need?
I wanted to know it all. He gave me so much, and I really had no clue what, if anything, I did for him.
I didn’t feel indebted. Not like I had to pay him back. No. It wasn’t like that.
But I did want to do something, anything, for him. I applied some light cosmetics and pulled on my underthings without haste.
Dressing in privacy and at my own leisure were luxuries I’d missed. When I was staying at St. Elizabeth’s, the bathrooms were communal, and even though the Morristown house offered privacy, it hardly compared to this.
But I knew that had more to do with the way I felt inside.
I’d been scared and facing this on my own back then. Now I had people in my corner. I had Meredith, Des, and Sof, and the support of their husbands. I had Nancy, my sweet mother-in-law, who texted me often. I had Mrs. Stevens, who’d been so kind to me.
And best of all, I had Andres.
St. E’s had been a godsend. That place saved me, and I knew I owed it a debt. It brought me Meredith and my new friends. It brought me Andres.
I’d already decided I would volunteer there when Sammy was in school full time and after we finished dealing with Gary and his cancerous bullshit.
God, I hate him.
I really did. And not just for what he did to me, for laying hands on me and threatening my boy, but for being a total piece of shit weasel of a man.
I used to be terrified of Gary, but there was a part of me now that recognized him for what he was.
An insignificant blight on humanity. A pitiful excuse for a man.
Yes, I was afraid he’d push his claim on my son, but I trusted Andres to deal with it.
Thank God for Andres.
I headed for the walk-in closet and looked at what was my side of the enormous space.
Andres had told me to use it when I first moved in. But my meager belongings hadn’t filled even a third of the shelves, drawers, and racks available.
Like he had shown me in so many other ways, Andres understood my discomfort.
There was nothing wrong with flannel pants and sweatshirts, but if I was going to live in his world, I needed something more than the few pieces of clothing I’d managed to collect these past months.
After moving in, as if by magic, I woke up one day to dozens of new articles of clothing, both on hangers and lining the shelves, filling the previously empty spaces.
I’d already blubbered all over him for the amazing things he’d gotten for Sammy. Clothes, toys, the cat condos lining just about every free wall in the place.
Everything was by the same designer as the wedding dresses Andres had sent me. He was just the most thoughtful man.