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I nod in response, silence falling between us.
She looks at her watch. “It’s time to get Ronan. You still want to come?”
I bite my bottom lip as I stand. “I’d love to if I’m welcome?”
She walks over to my side and places an arm around my shoulder, squeezing. “Of course. I’m not going to be mad that you like my dad. As I said, I’m more angry with him.”
I feel a rush of relief that she doesn’t hate me. “Okay, I’d love to then.” I stand. “Let’s go.”
We walk out of the cafe arm in arm, but I hate that my conversation with Mia has given me doubts. I’ve been flying as high as a kite, and she’s brought me back down to reality. Remy and I haven’t discussed what happens next or our feelings.
We get to the preschool, and Ronan runs out. “Aunty Ella!” He runs into my arms, and my chest aches.
I’d never given too much thought to becoming a mom until I met Remy. Seeing Ronan and how adorable he is makes me want children with Remy. Something we also haven’t discussed. “Hey, sweetheart. How was preschool?”
“It was fun. We drew pictures.” He’s holding one in his hand. “This is for you.”
I smile. It’s a stick figure with blonde hair, which I believe is supposed to be me. “I love it. Thank you so much.”
He smiles widely, so proud of himself that it warms my heart.
Mia takes his hand. “How about we go for some burgers and shakes?” She looks at me.
I smile and nod.
Ronan practically jumps a mile high. “Yay!”
I’m thankful my secret with Remy hasn’t destroyed my friendship with Mia, but am I heading straight toward heartbreak?
Deep down, I know the answer.
Remy isn’t going to give me everything I crave in life. Until I hear it from him, I’ll never know. I feel a little sick and reluctant to return to the house, as I know I will have to ask him sooner rather than later.
Can a man like Remy love a girl like me?
32
REMY
Instantly, the smell from the kitchen catches my attention as I enter the house. It smells like a rich homemade ragu sauce, just like my mom used to make, which my chef would never cook because he’s always making fancy dishes rather than sticking with the classics. My stomach rumbles as I walk in that direction.
When I get to the door, I pause and admire the view. Ella is cooking. Even though she doesn’t need to, considering I hire a full-time chef. She’s prancing around the kitchen in an apron and a beautiful blue dress as she prepares dinner.
I clear my throat, and she almost jumps a mile high. “What are you doing?” I ask.
A mischievous smirk appears on her face as she turns to me. “I’m cooking dinner for us, of course. What does it look like?”
I take a few steps closer and wrap my arms around her waist. I can feel her heart beating against my chest as I pull her close. “It looks like you’re up to something naughty,” I whisper in her ear.
Ella giggles and breaks away from me. She turns back toward the stove and continues stirring the sauce before pausing to look at me again. “Tell me about your day.”
I clench my jaw as my day was shit. The Vishekov Bratva is becoming a more formidable opponent than I’d anticipated. Massimo has finally set up a meeting with Spartak for tomorrow so he can help us. “Same shit as always,” I reply.
Her brow furrows. “You seem tense.”
I let out a deep sigh, shaking my head. “Just business stuff.”
Ella moves closer. Her sweet strawberry scent engulfs me, making my cock throb in my briefs. She grabs my hands and looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes. “You can talk to me about it, you know?” Her jaw clenches. “I may not like what you do, but it doesn’t mean you have to shield me from that side of your life.”
