The Billionaire's Claim_Redemption by Nadia Lee

Author:Nadia Lee [Lee, Nadia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Four Isles Press
Published: 2018-06-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Elizabeth

I shower while Dominic makes dinner. I told him I would help, but he insisted he was okay.

Maybe he’s right. I’ve never been much of a cook. My family always had a live-in housekeeper who took care of the meals, and if we didn’t feel like eating in, we ate out. And we avoided family dinners as much as possible because it meant eating with our parents. The only time I ever looked forward to a family dinner was when my brothers and I were in Tuscany with our grandfather.

I place a hand over my belly as water sluices down my skin. I wish Dominic had lost control inside me. Then I could’ve gotten pregnant…had a child of my own.

I always wanted a child to show the world to. Unlike my mother, who had three because she felt it was the appropriate thing to do, I want to love and nurture mine…so it can become someone greater and more wonderful than the sum of me and the father. I work tirelessly because I want my child to see beauty, wonder and peace. I long for a world without conflict and full of love and compassion.

If Dominic had gotten me pregnant, I could’ve had a child who looked just like him. Then I could’ve always had part of him with me.

But he’s always so careful, even as he chases his pleasure, while making sure I do the same. He doesn’t hold back his response, letting me know how much he loves being with me, above me, inside me, behind me.

You still haven’t told him the truth.

After dinner. After dinner, I will.

Shower finished, I leave my hair damp and hanging loose over my shoulders, then put on a teal dress with small, cute buttons in the back. The trick is to button them backside front, then turn the dress around and tighten the area below the breasts by pulling at the laces. It’s a little finicky, but I love the intricate design in the lumbar. I don’t bother with shoes, enjoying the cool floor against the soles of my feet as I make my way downstairs.

I sniff. “Whatever you’ve got cooking there smells incredible.”

“Angel hair pasta with seafood and tomato sauce. It’s my secret recipe.”

“Is that why you sent me upstairs?”

He winks. “One of the reasons.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Nope. Just sit at the table and look gorgeous.” He smiles. “Shouldn’t be too much of a problem.”

So I go to the rectangle dining table. It’s too windy for us to sit out by the sea tonight. Dominic’s strewn fresh blossoms on the smooth cherry-wood surface; I pick one up, inhale its heady scent and slide it behind an ear, feeling like a carefree tropical girl.

He brings out food—a platter of garlic bread, the pasta with huge prawns, mussels and clams, all of which are my favorite, and a side of simple green salad. “We don’t have any pie or anything, but there’s chocolate ice cream and whipped cream for dessert if you want,” he says as he sits down.

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