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    “Let me put them on for you.” He sits beside me, applies each earring gently to my ear, and pulls back to look at me. “They look beautiful on you.”
    He tries to undress me, but I stop him immediately. “I’m not in the mood.”
    Julian kisses my neck, reaches between my silk robe and under my camisole, and grabs my breast. He stands up and pulls me toward him.
    “No.” I push him away.
    He grabs me tighter and places his hand over my mouth. “Shhh,” he whispers into my ear.
    He picks me up and carries me upstairs into the master bedroom, then locks the door and throws me on the bed.
    “Julian, no,” I cry out. He thinks it’s role play, but I’m in no mood for games.
    I stand up and he grabs me fast and hard, placing his hand over my mouth. I struggle in his arms, but with his heaving chest and his muscular arms tightening their grip around me, it’s becoming increasingly hard to keep myself from getting aroused.
    He throws me hard onto the bed and gets on top of me. I shove him away.
    “Flowers and jewelry aren’t enough. I’d rather have you home than receive apology gifts from you.”
    Julian suddenly looks perplexed and frowns. Realization triggers in his eyes, then disappointment.
    “Have it your way,” he mumbles, sounding upset.
    I get under the silk bed covers and turn onto my side, away from him. Flowers and jewelry are not enough. I want loyalty.
     
    I feel Julian’s hot breath as he kisses my shoulders and neck. “I have a surprise for you,” he whispers, his breath blowing into my ear.
    I blink my eyes open into the bright morning sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our bedroom. I look up at the face that makes my heart beat a mile a minute. I am breathless for a moment as he pierces me with his bright azure blue eyes, but I quickly recall his misdeed last night.
    “Why were you so late last night?” I study his face.
    “I told you, sweetheart, I was working late,” he murmurs. “I’ll make it up to you today.”
    I realize today is the start of the weekend and that Julian intends to spend the entire day with me.
    “I’m sorry for last night,” Julian says. “Let’s enjoy our day together.”
    I accept his apology because I still have not been able to confirm my suspicions.
    Julian and I have breakfast together, then spend the morning teaching our boy more words. In the afternoon, we go for a family picnic with our dogs and our boy.
    We pick a spot to lay out our picnic blanket, snacks, and champagne in the massive backyard, surrounded by soaring mountains and a winding river.
    The alpine air is crisp and fresh after the nighttime rain. The bright yellow sun is shining brightly in the blue sky, warming my skin. It’s so incredibly peaceful and quiet; all that can be heard is the flowing river nearby.
    In between kisses, we feed each other chocolate-covered strawberries and blueberries, and wash down the sweetness with a crisp, light-tasting champagne.
    Our picnic is pure gluttony. We kiss, drink, and eat all afternoon until our lips are chapped and our stomachs are overstuffed. My head is spinning with a nice buzz.
    I have to beg Julian to stop feeding me and pouring me more champagne.
    “Any more food and champagne and I will explode,” I warn.
    “You’re much too skinny, Cheryl,” Julian insists. “You can indulge once in a while.”
    The buzz in my head is increasing and I can’t sit up properly without feeling a head rush, so I lay my head on Julian’s lap and gaze up at the blue sky. I breathe in the fresh air and soak up the warmth of the sun’s rays. I close my eyes and appreciate the perfection of the moment.
    I hear several pings and feel Julian reaching for the cell phone in his pocket. I’m feeling too tipsy and blissful to open my eyes.
    I hear Julian frantically tapping at his cell phone, then shoving it back into his pocket. I hear another ping and he ignores it. After several pings, he reaches for his cell phone