BWWM: Italian Billionaire's Holiday Bride (BWWM Alpha Billionaire Marriage of Convenience Romance) (BBW Pregnancy Short Stories) by Vale Serena

Author:Vale, Serena [Vale, Serena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-03T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 7

There was a gentle knock at her door that woke her. When she opened her eyes and looked around, she found that Jon was still asleep on the bed next to her. But Jacob had gone. Jon’s arm was draped over her and he slumbered peacefully beside her, his fingers intertwined within hers.

She heard the gentle knocking again and lightly stirred to look at the man sleeping beside her. The noise had not roused him. A small smile touched her lips at seeing him so close beside her and very quietly and smoothly she slipped out from under his arm and out of the bed.

She found a silken robe hanging nearby and slipped into it, covering her body and protecting her modesty. As she moved, her body felt a little sore but the efforts she had gone through to feel this way was more than worth it. She also noted that she couldn’t wait to do it again, were it possible.

She went to the door and opened it gently. Light from outside in the hall peered in and she saw a figure standing there. A woman, with short curly blonde hair and an hour-glass shaped figure. She was dressed in a scarlet colored evening gown that flattered her figure greatly and without needing to ask, Tris knew who this was.

“Simone?” she asked.

The woman answered with a small smile. “And you would be Tristina. Welcome to our home.”

Tris stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” the other woman said.

“No, no, no need to worry about that,” Tris said.

Simone’s smile was radiant and she folded her hands together at the waist. “I just wanted to come by and apologize.”

“Apologize?”

Simone nodded. “How we met today, in the court yard. I’m sorry if we scared you. It’s just… this whole thing is easier to accept if you see it for yourself and then drink from the flask.”

“Yeah, about that…” she said inquisitively. “What was in it?”

Simone lightly shrugged. “Blood.”

“Blood?”

“Yes. A drop of it, to be precise and it was from Luke,” the skinnier woman replied. “It was mixed with fruit and vegetable juices that make it easier to swallow. Believe me, drinking the blood straight is not a pleasant experience. But it’s the only way for you to see the memories as they were intended.”

A thought crossed her mind. “Does… does that mean… that I’m… that I’m?”

“Becoming one of us?” Simone supplied. “No, it doesn’t. No need to worry about that. The process is a tad more sophisticated and we reserve the juice simply to make people understand why it’s so necessary for our lives here to remain a secret. We wouldn’t turn you unless you asked for it specifically. I don’t think you’re quite ready for that, to be honest.”

She felt a small sense of relief. “That’s a lift.”

Simone smirked. “So… you and my sons, eh?”

Tris knew that she should have felt embarrassed, but the emotion did not come. Neither of the men she had shared her body with tonight were her biological sons after all.

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