Chapter 24 Anna
Chapter twenty-four
Anna
M
y feet are frozen to the stone beneath me as I watch Keaton retreat to his house. I’m trying to process
everything he just said.
Keaton loves me.
Me.
The girl who has been told that men who look like him don’t want women who look like me.
Me.
The girl who has been called chubby since her toddler days and then made fun of all through school for being larger than everyone.
Me.
The girl people make stupid bets on as a joke.
Me.
He loves me.
My breaths pick up and my heart pounds inside my chest as I realize that his feelings aren’t one sided. I am so fucking in love with my husband. But he left and as I hear the click of the door shutting behind him as he enters his mini mansion, it feels like a dagger piercing my heart.
Keaton loves me and I love him and fuck that door for thinking it can stand between us.
Stumbling over the stones, I race down the path to his house.
When I reach the door, I hesitate for just a second.
I’ve never entered his home before, but I suppose there’s no time like the present and there’s no better reason to break in than to tell the man I love just how much he means to me.
Stepping inside, I immediately freeze. Keaton is nowhere to be seen, but holy fucking hell, this place is stunning. I find
myself standing in my absolute dream kitchen.
A large island with wooden cabinets and a marble countertop sits in the center with lantern-style lights giving off a soft glow in the middle of the night.
Wooden beams are spaced perfectly across the ceiling providing a rustic elegance, which is exactly how I would describe Keaton.
Keaton. The man I’m here for. The man I love.
I dash around his house, finding myself in rooms more stunning than the last. He’s not in the dining room, living room, office, or bathroom.
Climbing the stairs, I’m out of breath and take a moment to hunch over and catch my breath.
That’s when I hear it. The spray of the shower.
I follow the sound of the water to the master suite, and I can’t help but whimper at how perfect it looks. It’s like Keaton was
inside my head when he designed this beautiful home. The Alaskan King size bed is centered on the wall and if things go the way I want, I will definitely be exploring it later.
My lusty dreams are halted when I realize the sound of running water is no longer filling the space.
I turn and face the door of the master bedroom.
The door that’s slowly opening. The door that my husband is stepping out of.
With nothing but a towel around his waist and water droplets dripping down his chest.
I want to lick them off him.
I want to snatch that towel and sink to my knees in front of him.
But more than I want that right now, I want him to know how I feel.
When his head comes up to see me, he startles and jumps back. “Fuck, Baby. You scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, but secretly I’m not sorry at all because what a fucking view.
He shakes his head. “No Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry for leaving you in Vegas. I’m sorry for ruining the job you were so excited about. I’m sorry for wanting you when I know you don’t feel the same.”
“You’re wrong,” I cut him off.
He cocks his head and looks at me, crushed and confused.
“You’re wrong about me not wanting you the way you want me. I want you so much it hurts. I’ve always wanted you. Even when I tried so fucking hard to hate you, I couldn’t. Do you know why, Keaton? Do you know why I couldn’t hate you?”
He doesn’t answer. He just stares at me, so I tell him. I tell him the truth.
“Because I fucking love you. I love you so much, Keaton.” My breath escapes me as I choke on sobs, not having realized that tears are streaming down my face.
I wipe at them furiously, mad that they’re interrupting my moment.
When I regain my composure, I speak again to the man who is just standing there staring at me.
“You said you couldn’t have me until I was ready to have you. You said you couldn’t have me until I love you the way you love me.” I wipe away the rogue tears once more. “Well here I am, Keaton. Wanting you. Loving you. So have me. Take me. I’m yours.”
My chest heaves as I take in the beautiful man across the room from me. He stands there motionless for several moments before the corner of his lip curves up into that sinful smirk of his.
“Fucking finally.”