“Well, now you know. And don’t you break our nightly ritual, or I’ll take it as an act of treason.”
“You’re not even serious,” I chuckled.
“I’m dead ass.”
Then he gently slipped my silk bonnet over my hair, adjusted it, and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
“Goodnight, baby.”
Then he walked away, leaving chaos in my head and my heart. God, I think I was falling for my husband all over again.
Fucking fuck!
Chapter Twenty-two
KONFLICT KORVEN
The sun was already up when I headed straight to the kitchen to make breakfast for my wife. I made sure the tray had everything she needed: eggs, bread, juice, fruit, no alcohol. I know she’s pregnant, even if she hasn’t told me yet, but I’m not pressuring her. I don’t want her thinking my efforts are just because she’s pregnant. I want her to love me again for who I am to her, and only her.
“Come in,” she said as I knocked on her door.”
I opened the door and stepped inside, tray in hand. Serenity had pushed herself up in bed, and damn, she was as beautiful as ever. Her eyes went wide when she saw the tray.
“You’re bringing me breakfast in bed?”
I smiled, walked over, and set the tray across her lap.
“Eggs royale for the lady. Bon appétit,” I said.
“You’re giving me five-star hotel treatment, Konflict?”
“Anything for you beautiful.” I bent down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yep. Usually, it’s hard for me to sleep in a new place. I need time to adjust. But this time, I don’t even know when I fell asleep.”
“That’s because I put you to bed myself. And I did it without even using my dick. Soon I’ll dick you down and make you sleep ‘til noon.”
“Arrogant ass.”
“Nah, just facts. You gonna eat?”
She nodded and stabbed her fork into her eggs.
“This is really good,” she said after her first bite.
“That’s a step up from ‘meh.’ Looks like I’m on the right track,” I reminded her of the comment she’d made yesterday.
I knew the food was more than just passable. Her eyes had given her away, but she was too pissed to compliment me then.
“I didn’t know you liked compliments so much. Are you really gonna make me say the lobster was excellent?”
I picked up a pastry and held it to her lips. “Who doesn’t like a little ego stroke, especially when it’s true and comes from someone precious?”
“Well, okay. Your lobster was excellent, Konflict. I was a bitch yesterday.”
“Thanks,” I said, chuckling. “Now finish your breakfast. Don’t be a brat and let all my efforts to win your heart through your stomach go to waste.”
“Boy, give me a break!”
