Finding My Forever (Beaumont 3)

He sees his future, but does he see me? I want to say no. I want to run screaming away from here. That would be the logical thing to do. To say thanks, but no thanks. Jimmy has a lifestyle that he’s used too and that doesn’t really mesh with me. I’d be a wreck waiting for him to come home at night. I’d be anxious that he’d find someone else after a lonely night. Am I enough to get him to stay?

What if I am? What if I’m enough to help him change his ways? What if he’s what I need?

“Yes,” I say, with any more hesitation. “Yes, Jimmy, I’ll marry you.”

WE walk, hand in hand, back to our villa. I never thought someone like Jimmy could be this romantic, especially in the spur of the moment. I don’t think this was planned, but if it was, I’m impressed.

I squeal when he picks me up bridal style. He carries me over the threshold and into our room that has been mysteriously decorated with rose petals. I don’t know if he wants a traditional marriage. I’m not even sure if I can do a traditional marriage with him. The thought of being with him is enticing, but the images of him with other women keep the shutting the door on those thoughts. Maybe he’ll be patient and make me fall in love with him. What happens if I do and he cheats? I don’t know if I can do this and keep him happy. Surely, he’ll want sex. A

ny man would in this case, but I’m not sure how long he will wait until he leaves me for someone else.

He sets me down and walks over to the stereo, turning on some light music. I can’t stop staring at the bed. A bottle of Champagne sits on the table with a bowl of strawberries. I set my hand on my tummy and move my thumb back and forth.

I jump slightly when his hands rest on mine. He presses his lips against my bare shoulder. The dress he bought for me, a white strapless chiffon full-length gown with a white satin ribbon that tied under my breasts, was perfect. It flowed over my bump hiding it nicely so no one could tell.

I don’t know what my parents are going to say, but I know I did the right thing. I’ve never done anything spontaneous or in the heat of the moment. I know this may be stupid, but being married to Jimmy feels right. I know he’s not going to hurt me with his fist. He might with his body, but never will he lay a finger on me to cause harm. That is something I can trust.

Jimmy unzips my dress, letting it pool at my feet.

“What are you doing, Jimmy?”

His lips move across my back. He places small kisses every few inches. “I’m going to make love to my wife.”

“I don’t understand.”

“What’s not to understand, Mrs. Davis? We’re married and I plan on making love to you every chance I get. It’s a perk, right?”

“Are you moving in with me?”

“Yes, I am. I happen to like your apartment very much.” He unclasps my bra, adding it to the pile my dress is already in. He wants to be married, in every aspect of the word. He wants to share a bed, as long as I’ll allow him to be next to me. I should try, right? I can make a solid attempt at being his wife. Does he deserve this? He deserves to be loved, cherished and treated with respect just like any other man, right? He stands before me, unbuttoning his shirt. I should do it for him, but he mesmerizes me. This is a new side of him. A side that I’m willing to bet no one has ever seen.

He picks up my hand and holds it out so the moonlight can shine off my diamond. “Gorgeous, but not nearly as gorgeous as the person wearing it,” he says. I knew he was being honest with me when he pulled out a band for his finger. He’s breaking hearts all over the world tonight now that he’s taken himself off the market.

He bends, his hands resting on my stomach. He looks at me, never breaking eye contact as he places a kiss on my skin. Tears pool, making my vision blurry. I reach out and trail my fingers over his cheek. He has tears in his eyes and I don’t know why.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shake my head.

“I’ve been thinking about you since that night, Jenna. Every day, I see you when I close my eyes. You’re burnt into my skin and I’ve been fighting my demons every time I’m near you.”

“Jimmy,” I say, fighting back the tears.

“Sweet Lips, we’re going to have a baby.”

I nod, confirming what he knows. What I know.

He smiles, kissing my stomach again. “We created a little human and you’re going to bring our child into the world. I’ll be there, by your side, through the whole thing. I promise you.”

SITTING across the room from her is torture. I’ve never been attracted to a red head before, but there’s something about Jenna that hits me deep in my core. The way she holds herself, she moves with such confidence. I’ve seen other women hold all the attention in a room before with their fake personalities, but she doesn’t need to do that. She’s genuine and elegant. She’s all woman and probably more than even I can handle.

Every time I’ve come to Beaumont I’ve noticed more and more things about her, but she’s out of my league. I’m not smooth like Liam or romantic like Harrison. I can’t offer her stability or even a seven-day relationship. I’m damaged and broken. I’m a heartless bastard who only wants one thing and has no problem getting it.

I watch as she works the room. She dances with Liam, their bodies move in sync with each other and the music. When she’s finished, she’s in the arms of Mr. Powell, Katelyn’s father-in-law. I should ask her to dance. The only thing wrong with me doing that is I want to dance between the sheets with our clothes off and our bodies slick with sweat.

She catches me staring. It’s not the first time and it probably won’t be the last. I want carnal knowledge of her body and if I don’t get it soon I’m going to spontaneously combust. I want to feel her wrapped around my dick while I grind into her. She’ll want me to stay and I’ll want to say goodbye.

One night – that’s all I need – nothing more, nothing less. There’s nothing wrong with two adults giving into heated passion to fulfill their needs and desires. She may not need me, but after a minute with me, she’ll be begging for me to take her. I have no doubt she’ll satisfy my hunger. She’ll quench my thirst. Then I can move on. I can get her out of my system and go about my business. No one needs to know. No one can find out.