Chapter Thirty-Five-Nico
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE-NICO
T rying to reconcile my new titles is surprisingly not difficult for me. I thought it would be. But it isn’t.
I’m a father.
A husband.
The CEO of Viper Enterprises.
Owner of the Vipers’ Den.
And king of the crime syndicate known as the Vipers.
I listen intently as I leave the condo. I don’t want to wake Anna or the baby.
It’s been six weeks since we brought him home, but I know he’s still adapting to life outside the comfort of his mother’s protective womb.
Six weeks.
It’s important. The time I mean .
Yes, it has been longer than that since I’ve fucked my sweet wife. But six weeks was the number I’ve been counting down.
My body fucking vibrates with anticipation, but I press down on my growing cock unobtrusively before I flick my gaze to the guard.
He nods and I continue to walk to the elevator. Pride fills me and complete fucking devotion as I picture my wife, my brave beautiful Anna.
Six weeks.
The doc is coming over today to check on her. And, if all is good like it should be, then Anna and I can be intimate with each other.
I expect the doctor’s report around six, and I can’t fucking wait to get the all clear.
Yes, I know it’s intrusive and heavy-handed to have Anna’s doctor report to me. But I don’t give a fuck. I need to know everything about my wife.
It’s the only way I can bring myself to leave her side for a fucking second.
Six weeks.
Christ. I almost moan aloud at the thought of sinking into my wife’s sweet sex.
Six weeks is a long time to abstain, especially with the feelings I have for this woman. and it’s been longer with the bedrest .
No problem, of course, since obviously she was growing our child and then healing after the miracle of bringing our baby into the world.
My heart swells with love and pride and it is all for her.
My Anna.
My sweet Rosebud.
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.
The woman has me on my knees. But she’s so goddamn cute she doesn’t even seem to notice.
I would burn cities to the ground for her.
I know it’s nuts. But I can’t help it. She is precious to me.
I covet her. I need her safe. I want her happy. And with me. All the time.
I have big plans for tonight.
She is the best thing that ever happened to me and she deserves so much.
A big house.
A good life.
Safety.
Security.
And I am going to give it all to her.
I’ve already sent all my requirements to the realtor, and he already has some properties to show me.
“Boss,” Angel says, walking into my office .
“What?”
“Someone’s out front to see you,” he says, and his face looks grim.
“Who?”
“Margaret O’Doyle.”
Fuck.
I run a hand over my face. I don’t want to deal with this. Margaret O’Doyle is fucking trouble, but I can’t just walk away from my responsibilities.
I have to take this meeting.