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There’s a moment of silence that stretches between us and his face goes white. “What did you just call me?” he whispers.
“I said I’m your wife. You’re my husband, Romeo. What is wrong with you?”
“Oh god,” he whispers as he backs into the wall and puts his hand over his mouth.
Just then, the door bursts open, and to my relief there stands my loving and adoring husband. I know that it’s him the second I see his eyes. He’s staring at me with pure love and relief and I feel the same way. It’s then I look to the man beside him who is identical to him in every way and gasp.
Twins?
“Little love, I’d like you to meet my brother Jericho.”
Chapter Fifteen
Romeo
My twin backs away from me as he opens his mouth with what I assume is an apology. I don’t wait for him to try and explain as I lunge for him. Officers appear out of nowhere to hold me back.
“This is Switzerland, Mr. Trope. While we cannot take a side, we must try and keep the peace.”
Damn this country and their sensibilities.
“I’m taking my wife home,” I say, and I see the tears of relief in Arabella’s eyes. I want to punch my brother all over again.
I rush to her and fold her into my arms. I can’t stop to think about her bare feet or the fact that she’s practically naked under the blanket she’s wearing. Otherwise I’d burn this building to the ground and break some kind of Geneva Convention laws.
Scooping up my wife, I go to walk out of the door and Jericho tries to stop me.
“Romeo, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were going to be home.”
“Get out of my way before I have them lock you up for trespassing,” I growl, and he does as I ask.
I hold Arabella close as I get into the back of the waiting car. Once inside I grab her face with both my hands and then kiss her hard and deep. I woke up without her in bed and the sound of the alarm blaring. I panicked and put on a suit, because that’s what billionaires do.
“I could have lost you,” I say, pressing my forehead to hers.
“You didn’t know where the police station was?” she asks.
“I heard the sirens and then you were gone. I didn’t even know my brother was in the house. I got to you as fast as I could, but it wasn’t soon enough.”
“You saved me as always,” she says, placing her hand on my cheek.
When we arrive at home, I carry her inside and to the living room. I situate her in front of the fire and grab another blanket to try and warm her from the cold, but she wiggles out of it and reaches for me.
Her arms tighten around my neck and I hold her close. She’s soft against me, and goddamn it I get hard. One touch from her and I’m ready to take her on this bearskin rug.
“How come you didn’t tell me you had a brother?”
“I didn’t think it was important,” I answer as I tuck a strand of hair delicately behind her ear.
“How could you not think that was vital information?”
“Because he doesn’t think I’m worth mentioning.” We both turn and see Jericho standing in the living room looking at us with suspicion.
“My own brother didn’t even bother to tell me he got married.”
“It happened a little fast,” I say and shrug. “What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were hiding out in Canada.”
“Wait, what?” Arabella says, looking between the two of us.
Her bare shoulders have come out from the blanket and I bring the material back up to cover her skin. I know how my brother can be and I don’t want his eyes on her.
“My brother is a paid assassin and also a spy. And sometimes he works as a vet, but that’s mostly because he loves animals so much and he needs a break from all the murdering he does.”
“It’s just too bad I haven’t found the one to settle down with. Then I could share all my wealth with someone, and not spend my nights cold and lonely, because I refuse to have casual sex. It means something to me, and I won’t just sleep around.”
“That makes sense,” Arabella offers, and I tighten my hold on her. I don’t want her getting any ideas about him.
“I’m sorry I had you kicked out. I should have known you belong to my brother. Can you forgive me, Romeo?” he says, and though I could choke him, I nod.
“This is Arabella, my world,” I say, and kiss the top of her head.
“She’s also carrying my baby.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” Arabella replies, then looks at me. “He’s my world, too. There were a few bumps along the way, but I think we’re finally settled and ready to start our future together.”
“A few bumps? How do you mean?” Jericho asks.
“Um,” Arabella says, and I just smile at her. “Some of it’s a little over the top.”
“But what would life be without a dash of drama?” I ask and kiss her softly.
The kiss turns into something deeper and I pull her onto my lap. I turn to look at the spot where my brother was standing and see him walking up the stairs. There’s a sadness in his shoulders, and I can only imagine how I would feel if our roles were reversed. We weren’t always close, but now that I’m about to start a family of my own, maybe it’s time to change that. I understand what he’s been telling me for years. That money isn’t the most important thing. Although it’s probably easy to say that with a trillion dollars in the bank.
“Make love to me. Right here on top of this dead bear,” Arabella says as I climb on top of her.
I push away the blanket around the bottom half of her body so she’s not completely naked. Right now I just want to expose the essentials. I move between her legs and pull my cock out. I’m hard and ready to fuck my love back into her.
I sink in deep, then cover her mouth as she groans in pleasure. I go slow, but she’s just so damn horny for it that I can’t stop the climax that approaches. I’m only a few pumps in and she’s squeezing the life out of my dick. Begging me to fill her up with another baby, even though that’s not possible. I don’t care. I will always give her what she demands. And if that’s an impossible second pregnancy, then by god, that’s what I’m going to do.
When we’re finished we lie there for so long the fire turns to hot coals.
“Did I dream all of this?” she asks, her smile soft. Her eyes are heavy and she’s fighting sleep.
“If it’s all a dream, then I don’t want to wake up,” I say as I kiss her goodnight.
Epilogue
Arabella
Two years later…
I hold Romeo’s arm to steady myself as we walk into the large ballroom. Part of being an in-demand man with mountains of money is going to charity events with auctions and ball gowns. I fluff out my pink princess dress with my free hand and scan the room.
“There are so many paparazzi here tonight,” I say, watching as they all point their lenses at us and snap.
It’s something I’ve yet to get used to. We’ve been lucky that although we are extremely popular in the public eye, we’ve been able to lead a private life at home.
Our son, Romeo Jr, is at home with the nanny tonight while we go out and try to enjoy ourselves. I place a hand on my growing stomach and wonder how long we can keep rumors of my second pregnancy out of the spotlight. But the way the cameras are flashing, I doubt if it will be much longer.
“You know I’m ready to tell everyone that you’re pregnant again,” Romeo says, reading my mind.
“I know you are. I just want a little bit more time before we have the press swarming us.”
Romeo leads me out onto the dance floor as the band magically plays our favorite song, “Up Down” by T-Pain. His hands wrap around my hips and pull me close to him.
