Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Lukas swiftly carried her to the en-suite and had enough self-control to quietly close the door so as not to wake their son. But as soon as he had Betsy on her feet, he had her bent over the stone countertop and he was thrusting back into her from behind.
He covered her mouth when she was about to cry out, and his own body felt as if it was about to explode as he watched his wife's every reaction to his thrusts.
She was looking at him as if he was her every dream come true, and fuuuuuuuck.
He bit into her shoulder to keep his own growls in check as he came inside of her, and she sobbed against the palm of his hand as her own orgasm took her over the edge.
It seemed to last for an eternity.
But at the same time, it didn't seem long enough.
And when they both regained their breaths, and their gazes met through their reflection in the mirror—-
What he saw nearly had him cursing.
"Don't," he gritted out.
A helpless smile touched her lips. "I haven't said anything yet."
"Good. Let's keep it that way—-"
"You don't have to say it back."
"Just don't.."
But his warning tone seemed not to be a warning enough for his wife.
"You really don't have to. I mean it. I just need to say it—-"
"No."
"Thank you," she said sweetly.
He stared at her in exasperation. "I just said don't—-"
"I love you."
"—-say that," he ended rather blankly, since her words made him feel as if his whole being had been incinerated and reborn in a single second.
"I love you."
"Or keep repeating it."
But this only had his wife laughing, and as soon as they were back in the privacy of their bedroom, she chose to show her stubborn side by snuggling up against his side as she said the words over and over.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
"I get it," he muttered under his breath. "So stop saying it, dammit."
His wife pressed her lips to his heart, and Lukas clenched his teeth.
"You'll see." Betsy's voice was brimming with confidence. "You'll love me back sooner or later."
A full hour passed, and his wife was already fast asleep in his arms when Lukas finally answered her.
"I think I already do."
Chapter Nineteen
LUKAS, BETSY, D, AND his nanny flew to Athens the next day, and it was a week later that news of their secret wedding started circulating the Internet.
Billionaire Lukas Tsaldaris has tied the knot!
Housekeeper hits the jackpot by marrying her billionaire boss!
The REAL reason behind the breakup of billionaire Lukas Tsaldaris and socialite Lydia Rubio!
Being the talk of the town wasn't new to Betsy, albeit not on this scale. When she had gotten pregnant with D, all sorts of rumors had sprung up about her. But because she had never been the type to live for other people's opinion, she had been able to shrug it off and go on living her life.
This time, however, was different. It wasn't just her involved, but Lukas as well.
While her husband had also lost his parents early in life, he still did have an entire clan of uncles, aunts, and cousins that made up his extended family. These people looked up to her husband, and if she wished for Lukas to keep their trust and respect, then there was only one thing she must do.
LUKAS WAS STUNNED WHEN his assistant informed him about his wife's arrival.
"Betsy's here?" he asked blankly.
"Yes, Mr. Tsaldaris."
And sure enough, it was his wife who walked inside his office moments later, and tension gripped his form at the look of uncertainty on her face.
"Have I caught you at a bad time?"
"Why are you here, Betsy?"
His wife started gnawing on her lip. "It just suddenly hit me how you've always been so considerate and kind—-"
Lukas' lips pressed in a straight line. He had never been the saint she foolishly imagined him to be, and he knew that he would have to tell her the truth about this before it came back biting him in the ass.
"—-that I realized that might be why you've yet to ask me to sign a contract?"
Lukas stiffened. Contract? How had she known about the contract? Had he given himself away without knowing it?
"I don't want anyone to think less of you because of me," Betsy was saying as he walked around his desk. "So if the reason you haven't asked me to sign anything is because you didn't know how I'd take it..." Betsy took a pen from his desk as a symbolic gesture of her willingness to put everything in writing. "Just show me where the dotted line is?"
Lukas retrieved the contract from his drawer. "I want you to know that I didn't have this drawn up for myself. This is for our son because it's what he deserves."
Betsy's eyes teared. Was that his way of saying he would always take care of D even if their marriage were not to last?