Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to
fall in love with Isabella Swan. She was everything I’d ever hoped for, ever
dreamed of, wrapped up in a smart, snarky, sexy, beautiful package. Holding her
in my arms was what I wished for and more and I knew I never wanted to let her
go. Her body was curled against mine and she was sleeping so soundly, barely
moving as I just watched her. Her rest was deep, and she barely roused even
though I was pretty restless.
I was giddy as a school boy, seeing his first
pair of tits when I had Bella in my bed, my room, my condo, nearly naked. Hell,
Bella’s were the best set I’d ever seen. Her entire body was gorgeous, sensual,
lithe and so very responsive to my touch. She was everything womanly and
feeling her pressed against me made me realize that I couldn’t ever lose her.
Even if I had to abdicate my throne.
Though, Bella’s lineage of being partially
Gevalian definitely sided in her favor. As far as I knew, she’d never been
married and after our conversation, she was not a virgin, but her ex-boyfriend
was a selfish bastard for not wanting to give pleasure to the most beautiful
creature that I held in my arms. Two out of three of the criteria my mother
imposed upon me isn’t that bad.
But, my mother was a hypocrite. She was
pregnant with me when she walked down the aisle to marry my father. They just
fudged the dates, saying I was born premature.
See?
Hypocritical!
My eyes were drooping, and I held her closer,
pressing a kiss to her neck, just below her ear. I could smell her subtle
perfume, along with a delectable combination of vanilla and cinnamon from
working in the bakery. I sighed against her skin. “I love you, cherie,” I whispered against her pulse
point. She held me closer, her lips curling up into a soft smile, as if she’d
heard me. Within moments, I was asleep.
However, when I woke up, I was confused. I
looked next to me, expecting to see a sleep-rumpled Bella, but she was nowhere
to be found and her side of the bed was cold to the touch. She’d been gone for
a long time. I scrubbed my face, leaning against the headboard. My vision
cleared up and I saw Bella’s dress on the couch. Her jewelry that I’d given her
was on the nightstand. I shook my head, getting up and walking to the bathroom.
I took a quick shower before making my way out to the kitchen, holding her
pendant and earrings in my palm. Jake was sitting there, reading the paper.
“Have you seen Bella?” I asked.
“She left,” he answered, arching a brow. “At
like four this morning, wearing some of your clothes and looking very upset.”
“Do you know what happened?” I asked, confused
by her disappearance. “And what were you doing up at four in the morning?”
“I went for a run,” he shrugged. “I need to
keep this buff bod in shape for my wifey.” I rolled my eyes. “Anyway, I was on
my way back when I saw Bella in the lobby. She was scurrying out of here,
getting into a waiting cab and heading toward Brooklyn.” I gestured to him …
encouraging him to go on. I knew he had more information. “So, pushy, your
princeliship.”
“Don’t make me pummel you,” I growled.
