You’d think the love Hugo displayed to his new wife would have assured Isaac our kiss was the hasty decision of two heartbroken people. Hugo thought he was losing his son, and I thought I had lost the love of my life. We made a mistake, one we regret every single day but are doing everything in our power to make up for.
Hugo did the Gangnam-style dance last night, for crying out loud. You can’t get more committed than that.
Hugo is as committed to Ava as Isaac was about discussing our future after he took me in the tub. I often dreamed of having Isaac’s son. A little boy with eyes like his father’s and just as much determination, but after seeing how he is with Callie and knowing how much he loves her, the desire hasn’t been as strong the past seven months.
I wasn’t raised by my father, but I was loved more than I would have ever been if I stayed with the Popov entity. There are millions of children in the world who don’t have a stable, loving environment to live in. Shouldn’t they be given the same opportunities as Callie and me?
Besides, from what I was informed two nights ago, a reversal isn’t the only way we can add to our family if the desire ever arises. We could adopt, or we could use the sperm Dr. Jae stored years ago without Isaac’s consent.
Could you imagine the gall required to go against a man as fierce as Isaac? Not only did Dr. Jae try and stonewall his plans to have a vasectomy at the tender age of twenty-one, she broke the law by withdrawing sperm from Isaac before his procedure.
Isaac was understandably pissed when she confessed. He threatened to sue her if she didn’t have the sample immediately destroyed. Mercifully, not even his wrath had Dr. Jae backpedaling. It was for the best.
Isaac used his fervent need to forever shelter me as the reason he refused to look further into Dr. Jae’s claims that IVF would be a better option for us instead of a reversal, but a small part of me wonders if it has more to do with his dominant, alpha male persona.
He hates the thought of me being placed in stirrups by anyone but him. He’ll never admit it, but his determination to screw me senseless after I brought it up greatened my belief.
Although he’s still somewhat apprehensive, at my request, Isaac called Dr. Jae before Hugo’s wedding yesterday to request her to keep his sample viable in case it’s needed in the future.
He also found a way to buy out the bionic firm responsible for the facility’s security before handing its safekeeping to Hunter’s security firm—all before nine in the morning. It was thrilling watching him in his element. His fierce businessman persona is as riveting as his angry one, although not quite as ravishing as when he is jealous.
Recalling the morning that had me falling in love with him more than I thought possible, I tug Isaac to me by the lapels of his business suit. My mouth captures his growl when I seal my lips over his.
Our kiss is barely a peck, but it wipes the unease from his face just as quickly as it slicks my panties with moisture. It’s not possible to interact with a man as deliciously handsome as him and not get horny. Believe me, I’ve tried every tactic known to women to quell my desire to forever want to be beneath him. Nothing works.
“Now come eat pancakes with me until I feel as full as I do anytime you’re in me,” I talk over his mouth before playfully tugging on his lower lip with my teeth.
Fortunately, the ruckus occurring around the brunch table on the back patio of Hugo’s family home means no one heard my comment.
Unfortunately, Harlow seems to have a knack of knowing when Isaac is hard in public.
With a giggle, she plops into a seat across from us before pointing out Isaac’s discomfort to Cormack. She’s not silly. Her claims that jealousy sex is the best sex there is has been proven multiple times the past year. I just wish I wasn’t getting jealous over my baby sister hogging my fiancé’s attention.
My interest is diverted from Cormack’s flaming-with-anger face when a commotion at the side gains my attention. Men Isaac had a quiet word with last night smack their hands on the tabletop while shouting derogative comments in the air.
“No camera to hide behind tonight, sweet cakes.”
“It looks like my bland morning is about to become a raging all-nighter.”
Because their comments are directed at the pretty blonde photographer who snapped Hugo’s wedding, Isaac doesn’t respond as he did last night when they hackled Harlow and me in the same manner. He doesn’t need to. Hugo’s glare takes care of the unwanted bantering, much less the photographer’s wide, panicked eyes.
After mumbling out a string of apologies, they drop their eyes to the stack of pancakes on their plates. Hugo takes a moment to settle his anger before introducing the unnamed blonde to his brother, Chase. After accepting Chase’s handshake, she kisses Ava’s cheek, then rubs her rounded stomach.
Yes, Ava is pregnant.
No, it doesn’t lessen Isaac’s jealousy when Hugo swoops down to plant a kiss on my cheek before introducing me to Gemma. I almost gasp when her green eyes, blonde hair, and delicate features register as familiar. She’s the woman in the pictures in Hugo’s file. The one he saved.
Oh my god.
My eyes snap to Harlow when Gemma silently gasps halfway through Hugo’s introductions of his extended family. She’s not stunned by the caliber of extremely handsome men in one room. Her eyes are only locked on one—Hawke’s.
“Did you hear that?” I mouth to Harlow.
She nods before bouncing her eyes between Gemma and Hawke, who are staring at each other as if there aren’t over three dozen people watching them. If it weren’t for Hugo playfully bumping Gemma with his shoulder, I doubt she would have escaped Hawke’s trance unscathed.
I crank my neck to Isaac when he growls a curse word under his breath. I’m anticipating for his eyes to be narrowed in warning to stay out of other people’s business, so you can imagine my surprise when I find his squinted gaze locked on Harlow.
“You’re kicking the wrong shin.”
