Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 87: Chapter 87
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JOSEF
I felt her tense, and I rubbed my palm up and down her back.
God, I loved touching her.
She was so soft, so warm.
“Do you want to tell me?” I asked, allowing myself to hope.
“I think I have to tell you,” she replied, and I frowned.
Have to wasn’t the same as want to. I tensed.
A bad feeling crept through me as I held my wife in the dimly lit guest room. We should probably move to our bed, but I was too comfortable to get up just yet.
Besides, I didn’t want to break the fragile trust we were building.
“I need you to understand what really happened all those years ago.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“That night, at the stroke of midnight, when I turned eighteen, I could hardly breathe when I found you in the garden,” she whispered.
I was immediately thrust back in time to that night. Fuck, she was so beautiful. A redheaded angel, skin so soft and pale, she’d glowed in the moonlight.
“It was the sweetest thing, making love to you that first time. Giving myself to you so completely,” she whispered. “I know you didn’t believe me then, but I was telling the truth when we got married. I never touched another man like that—”
“Shh. Baby, I believe you. I know you told me the truth,” I interrupted.
I couldn’t stand to let her think I didn’t trust her.
“I just couldn’t do this with anyone else,” she said.
“I’m glad,” I told her, knowing I sounded like a dick.
“Wait, how do you know I’m not lying?” she asked.
“Because I had my team hunt down every man you ever dated, and they interrogated them.”
“What?”
“I won’t apologize for it, Meredith. I needed to know,” I said, feeling as though I just closed a door on something.
Fuck.
“You could have just asked,” she murmured, and I could feel the hurt rolling off her.
I said nothing.
How could I reply to that?
When Meredith tried to move off me again. I allowed it.
“I know what we have is unconventional, but I’m a person, Josef. I have feelings. I don’t lie. And if you want to know something, you should ask. Or I should tell you. Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom,” she said, sounding choked.
Fuck.
However close we’d been moments ago, even if it was mostly physical, I couldn’t help but feel like an ocean had just sprouted between us.
Good thing I can swim.
I felt her tense, and I rubbed my palm up and down her back.
God, I loved touching her.
She was so soft, so warm.
“Do you want to tell me?” I asked, allowing myself to hope.
“I think I have to tell you,” she replied, and I frowned.
Have to wasn’t the same as want to. I tensed.
A bad feeling crept through me as I held my wife in the dimly lit guest room. We should probably move to our bed, but I was too comfortable to get up just yet.
Besides, I didn’t want to break the fragile trust we were building.
“I need you to understand what really happened all those years ago.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“That night, at the stroke of midnight, when I turned eighteen, I could hardly breathe when I found you in the garden,” she whispered.
I was immediately thrust back in time to that night. Fuck, she was so beautiful. A redheaded angel, skin so soft and pale, she’d glowed in the moonlight.
“It was the sweetest thing, making love to you that first time. Giving myself to you so completely,” she whispered. “I know you didn’t believe me then, but I was telling the truth when we got married. I never touched another man like that—”
“Shh. Baby, I believe you. I know you told me the truth,” I interrupted.
I couldn’t stand to let her think I didn’t trust her.
“I just couldn’t do this with anyone else,” she said.
“I’m glad,” I told her, knowing I sounded like a dick.
“Wait, how do you know I’m not lying?” she asked.
“Because I had my team hunt down every man you ever dated, and they interrogated them.”
“What?”
“I won’t apologize for it, Meredith. I needed to know,” I said, feeling as though I just closed a door on something.
Fuck.
“You could have just asked,” she murmured, and I could feel the hurt rolling off her.
I said nothing.
How could I reply to that?
When Meredith tried to move off me again. I allowed it.
“I know what we have is unconventional, but I’m a person, Josef. I have feelings. I don’t lie. And if you want to know something, you should ask. Or I should tell you. Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom,” she said, sounding choked.
Fuck.
However close we’d been moments ago, even if it was mostly physical, I couldn’t help but feel like an ocean had just sprouted between us.
Good thing I can swim.
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