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it. I’m not lying.” I can’t say the words fast enough. Kevin already has more than enough hang-ups because of what (almost) happened to Kelly in the orphanage. I don’t want him to go back to rehab a second time because he thinks he’s failed to protect me.
“You swear?”
“I’m still a virgin,” I say instead, just so I could make him smile.
I half-accomplish my goal when Kevin makes a puking sound. “Gross, Misty. TMI.”
I ruffle his hair, even if it means I have to tiptoe to do it. “You came here fast enough, that’s what’s important.”
“I’m still grossed out.”
“Shut up.”
We argue good-naturedly, absently, all the way back. We’re standing in front of the house when I realize what I forgot to ask. “The baby?” I demand, fearing he’s left the baby all alone in his haste to get to me.
“Relax, sis. I left him with Kels.”
I almost collapse against the front door in relief. “Thank God.”
Kelly’s waiting for us in the living room, hair all scraggly around her face, the baby sleeping peacefully in her arms.
Sheesh . We have got to find out the baby’s name soon or I won’t be able to stop thinking of him as The Baby.
“Are you all right, Misty?”
“Yes, I’m good. I’m sorry I made you two worry.” I give her a quick hug before taking our newest member of the family from her arms.
Looking down at him, I remember Domenico’s words earlier, and suddenly the whole scene feels like déjà vu.
But it’s too late , I think as I kiss his forehead. I think I’m halfway in love with him already.
What a bummer.
For our finances, that is.
I apologize to the twins again as we go back up to our rooms, thankful that Kelly didn’t wake Andy or Nicole up. She can get really panicky sometimes.
Back in my room, I curl in bed next to The Baby.
Oh, shick. It’s started.
Lying in the darkness, I remember with shameful ease the way Domenico’s fingers felt as they thrust in and out of my body.
I can’t help wondering how better it would feel when it’s his cock next time ramming into me.
Tomorrow .
Today’s events – all of them – gradually take a toll on my body and I yawn.
Tomorrow , Domenico either does what I ask of him or not.
And when he does…
My toes curl in spite of my hardest attempt to keep them straight.
Tomorrow .
I can’t wait.
Part Two
Chapter One
Dear Diary,
My heart can’t stop beating at the thought of what tomorrow could – would – bring. Frankly, I can’t believe anything that has happened lately.
I’m blushing as I write this but I feel like I’m going to burst if I don’t tell anyone. Oh, Di, I can’t forget his kisses. The way he moves his tongue, the way he leaves me breathless…and oh, Di, his fingers! Every touch drives me crazy. I just can’t stop imagining what it would finally feel like when he’s taken me.
Oh, Di, how am I ever going to sleep?
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
Everyone stopped moving as Domenico Moretti strode into the expansive lobby of his flagship property. At seven-forty in the morning, most of the employees of Moretti Inc. were still milling around in the marble-floored reception area, with twenty minutes to spare before work for the day officially started.
The sight of Domenico Moretti coming through the glass doors was unexpected since he almost always used his private elevator entrance from the parking. Yet that wasn’t the reason why both men and women dropped whatever they were doing and gawked at his presence.
Domenico Moretti might be one of the world’s most eligible bachelor billionaires but he easily commanded people’s attention just by his looks and presence alone. He wore his arrogance like second skin – a man unapologetically aware of what he was and he was capable of. Tall, dark, and leanly built, his face was proud and beautiful, more a warrior’s face than a model’s. Every inch
“You swear?”
“I’m still a virgin,” I say instead, just so I could make him smile.
I half-accomplish my goal when Kevin makes a puking sound. “Gross, Misty. TMI.”
I ruffle his hair, even if it means I have to tiptoe to do it. “You came here fast enough, that’s what’s important.”
“I’m still grossed out.”
“Shut up.”
We argue good-naturedly, absently, all the way back. We’re standing in front of the house when I realize what I forgot to ask. “The baby?” I demand, fearing he’s left the baby all alone in his haste to get to me.
“Relax, sis. I left him with Kels.”
I almost collapse against the front door in relief. “Thank God.”
Kelly’s waiting for us in the living room, hair all scraggly around her face, the baby sleeping peacefully in her arms.
Sheesh . We have got to find out the baby’s name soon or I won’t be able to stop thinking of him as The Baby.
“Are you all right, Misty?”
“Yes, I’m good. I’m sorry I made you two worry.” I give her a quick hug before taking our newest member of the family from her arms.
Looking down at him, I remember Domenico’s words earlier, and suddenly the whole scene feels like déjà vu.
But it’s too late , I think as I kiss his forehead. I think I’m halfway in love with him already.
What a bummer.
For our finances, that is.
I apologize to the twins again as we go back up to our rooms, thankful that Kelly didn’t wake Andy or Nicole up. She can get really panicky sometimes.
Back in my room, I curl in bed next to The Baby.
Oh, shick. It’s started.
Lying in the darkness, I remember with shameful ease the way Domenico’s fingers felt as they thrust in and out of my body.
I can’t help wondering how better it would feel when it’s his cock next time ramming into me.
Tomorrow .
Today’s events – all of them – gradually take a toll on my body and I yawn.
Tomorrow , Domenico either does what I ask of him or not.
And when he does…
My toes curl in spite of my hardest attempt to keep them straight.
Tomorrow .
I can’t wait.
Part Two
Chapter One
Dear Diary,
My heart can’t stop beating at the thought of what tomorrow could – would – bring. Frankly, I can’t believe anything that has happened lately.
I’m blushing as I write this but I feel like I’m going to burst if I don’t tell anyone. Oh, Di, I can’t forget his kisses. The way he moves his tongue, the way he leaves me breathless…and oh, Di, his fingers! Every touch drives me crazy. I just can’t stop imagining what it would finally feel like when he’s taken me.
Oh, Di, how am I ever going to sleep?
Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.
Everyone stopped moving as Domenico Moretti strode into the expansive lobby of his flagship property. At seven-forty in the morning, most of the employees of Moretti Inc. were still milling around in the marble-floored reception area, with twenty minutes to spare before work for the day officially started.
The sight of Domenico Moretti coming through the glass doors was unexpected since he almost always used his private elevator entrance from the parking. Yet that wasn’t the reason why both men and women dropped whatever they were doing and gawked at his presence.
Domenico Moretti might be one of the world’s most eligible bachelor billionaires but he easily commanded people’s attention just by his looks and presence alone. He wore his arrogance like second skin – a man unapologetically aware of what he was and he was capable of. Tall, dark, and leanly built, his face was proud and beautiful, more a warrior’s face than a model’s. Every inch
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