25. Lev
After Feliks leaves, I stare at the photos of Brooke and Agent Michaels.
I think back to the day she was meant to marry Wilson. How I had driven past her apartment and saw her exit the limousine in her wedding dress. How it felt like I had been struck by lightning when she glanced over her shoulder, and I saw her beautiful face for the very first time.
I became weak in that moment. Obsessed by just one glance.
And since then I’ve made a series of mistakes, starting with letting her into my bed, and ending with letting her into my heart.
I even got carried away by the idea of loving her and raising a family.
Like I could live a normal life. Be a normal man.
But I won’t make that same mistake again.
If I could banish every trace of her from my life, I would. But she’s pregnant with my baby, and whether I like it or not, that ties us together for an undetermined amount of time.
I will make sure she is looked after. Protected. She can live here with our child while I reside in the penthouse. Our contact will be limited and only ever have to do with the baby.
But I’ll be damned if I let her back into my bed, let alone anywhere near my fucking heart.
From this point forward, Brooke Masters is the woman carrying my child and nothing more.
And I’ll make certain she understands it.