Cruel Beloved

And that’s what we do, we mingle, get compliments, and then we leave. It’s one of my favorite events because the pressure is gone. And I actually enjoy it.

How my life got to where it is today reads like a fictional novel full of stress and deceit. But in the end, it’s worked out. And I got the man who looks at me as if I’m the air he breathes.

What more could I ask for?

His hands touch my body, lifting the dress from me. And a mouth so hot touches my belly, kissing it before we even get to the bedroom.

“In this life, and the next, I would choose you, over and over again.”

I grip his head and pull it to my lips. “And I would choose you.”

Whiskey lifts me up, big belly and all, and carries me to our bed. He treats me as if I’m fragile, like I could break. Until I’m on top and taking control.

He likes it when I take control.

And as much as I love him, Corton Whiskey stole my heart with blackmail, but what he didn’t expect was to love me.