Claimed by Portia Moore & M. James

Author:Portia Moore & M. James [Moore, Portia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-27T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Rain

Present day

Four months pass before I realize it. My life with Vincent has become a whirlwind of trips, parties, opening nights, and dates that surpassed any idea I ever had of what a date night should be. I now have my own closet in Vincent’s apartment. It didn’t take much convincing for me to move the dresses, shoes, and jewelry that he’d gifted me over to his apartment. I’ve never felt fully comfortable having them in my room anyway, with Dena’s quirks. Other things took a little more convincing. Leaving things like normal clothes, makeup, or my favorite soap made me feel more and more like I was on the verge of moving in, and more than that, giving in to Vincent’s insistence that I should let him take care of me.

Lying in bed with him one night, I tugged the sheets up over my bare breasts and looked sideways at him. I loved seeing him most as he was just then—sweaty and still a bit breathless, his hair a mess around his face. It’s more vulnerable, the closest that I thought I really got to seeing Vincent as he was under the expensive clothing, fancy accessories, and perfectly styled hair. In that moment, he wasn’t a powerful, intimidating mogul. He was just a man, one who was inexplicably still falling into bed with me after six weeks of being together.

And as each day passes, I realize I’m falling for him.

That I love him.

It’s different from the love I thought I’d experienced before. A love I try not to think of often.

But I know that this is still love because I want to make him happy. I can’t imagine doing anything to hurt him. I can’t stand the thought of losing him, or of him being crazy for anyone else.

“Vincent?” I say, reaching down to run my fingers over the back of his hand. “Can I ask you a question?”

He glances at me. “You can ask me anything you want, Poppy,” he says with an indulgent smile.

I’ve sort of gotten used to the nickname. I still can’t understand why he just won’t call me by my actual name, but I guess it’s a term of endearment. Sort of like babe or sweetheart. This one’s just more eccentric, yes, but Dena swears all wealthy men have their oddities. It feels strange sometimes, but it’s harmless and such a small thing to bring up, considering everything he’s done for me.

“We haven’t…” I toy with a corner of the sheet, my pulse suddenly racing. “We haven’t talked about what we are, Vincent. If we’re…exclusive.”

He grins. “Oh, that talk. Well, I’ve just been waiting for you to be comfortable. You’re always so hesitant about everything that I do for you. It was hard enough to get you to move some of your things in.” He winks at me. “If there was anyone else important to me, do you think I’d want to have another woman’s things with mine, in my closet, or my bathroom?”

“That’s true,” I say with a small smile.

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