MasukAlexander"Yeah. You're getting off easy here." She poked my chest hard enough to sting. "If you'd actually seen that message and ignored it? If you'd consciously chosen to abandon me when I was carrying your child? I'd have destroyed you. Made you suffer in ways you can't even imagine." "I believe you." "You should." Another poke. "I can be terrifying when I want to be." "I've seen glimpses. It's hot." "Don't try to deflect with compliments." "Not deflecting. Just stating facts." I caught her hand before she could poke me again, bringing it to my lips. "You're scary and hot, and I love both sides of you." She huffed, but I felt her soften slightly. "You're still an idiot." "The biggest idiot in the world." "And you made me suffer." "I know. And I swear to you, I will never make you suffer again." I kept her hand against my mouth, kissing each fingertip. "I'll spend the rest of my life making sure you're happy and taken care of. That you never have to question whether I want
AlexanderI pulled her against my chest, holding her tight while she cried. Her tears soaked into my skin, hot and accusatory. I deserved every one of them. "I'm sorry," I said again. "I'm so sorry, baby. I'd take it all back if I could. Every stupid decision. Every moment I didn't fight for us." "You can't take it back." She fisted her hands in my skin. "It already happened." "I know. But I can do better now. I can be better." I stroked her hair, trying to soothe her. "I can be the man you and Ethan deserve. The father he needs. The partner you should have had from the start." "How do I know you won't leave us again?" Her voice was muffled against my chest. "How do I know you won't wake up one day and decide this is too hard or too complicated?" "Because I won't." I tilted her face up, wishing I could see her eyes clearly. "I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me now. Both of you." "That's not a real answer." "It's the only answer I have." I brushed my thumb across her ch
AlexanderSleep didn't come easily. I was too aware of her beside me. The warmth of her body was just inches away. The soft sound of her breathing. The faint scent of her shampoo on the pillow. I shifted, trying to find a comfortable position. Adjusted the blanket. Flipped my pillow to the cool side. Nothing worked. Beside me, Madison moved. Her breathing had changed, no longer the deep rhythm of sleep. "Alexander?" Her voice cut through the darkness. "Yeah?" "Are you sleeping?" I pulled her closer, tucking her against my side. Her body fit perfectly there, like it always had. "Yes." She was quiet for a second. Then her hand found my chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns over my skin. "You promised something before." "Did I?" "Mmhmm." Her touch moved lower, skimming my abs. "You said we'd finish what we started. But now you're just sleeping." My cock went from half hard to rock solid in seconds. I kept my breathing steady, not giving away how much her touch was affecting me.
AlexanderI studied her face, seeing the genuine question beneath the playful tone. "I'll think about it." Her hand flew up, smacking my chest. Hard. "Alright, think about it then. I'm leaving now." She started to move away, but I grabbed her waist, pulling her back against me with enough force to make her gasp. "Where the fuck are you going?" My arms locked around her. "You aren't supposed to leave this house." "Oh, really?" She squirmed, but I held firm. "And who decided that?" "I did." I kissed her neck, feeling her pulse jump. "Besides, I'm planning to get a new mansion. Something bigger. So we can all stay there together. You, me, and Ethan." She went still in my arms. "A mansion?" "Yeah. A real home. Not just my bachelor penthouse." My hands splayed across her stomach. "Somewhere with a proper yard for Ethan. Maybe a pool. Guest rooms for when your mom visits. An actual family home." "You've thought about this." "Every day since I found you again. Tell me what you need,
AlexanderI turned to Madison, ready to pull her toward my bedroom. Finally, after all the interruptions, all the waiting, I could have her exactly how I wanted. But she moved toward the living room instead. I followed, confused, watching as she settled onto the couch and grabbed the remote. She started flipping through channels like we had all the time in the world. "What are you doing?" She glanced up at me. "Finding something to watch." "Why?" "Because." She kept scrolling. "We need to wait a bit." I sat beside her, my hand finding her thigh. "Wait for what?" "For Ethan to actually fall asleep." She stopped on some cooking show, then kept going. "Sometimes kids don't sleep immediately. They close their eyes, seem tired, but the second you think they're out, they pop back up asking for water or saying they heard a weird noise." "So we're waiting." She settled on a home renovation show. "It's better this way. Trust me." My hand slid higher on her thigh. "How long?" "At le
AlexanderMadison immediately turned to me. "How much did you pay?" "Enough." "I'm serious. I want to know how much you spent." "And I'm serious about not telling you." I started gathering Ethan's new clothes. "Because you'll try to reimburse me, and I'll refuse, and we'll argue, and I'd rather spend that energy doing other things." Her cheeks flushed. "What other things?" "Use your imagination." Ethan bounded over, grabbing his dinosaur pajamas. "Can I wear these tonight?" Madison glanced at him, her lips curving into that patient mom smile. "Shower first, baby. You've been running around all day." "But Mom!" "No buts. You're sweaty and covered in park dust." She held out her hand. "Come on. I'll help you." He sighed dramatically, like she'd asked him to climb Mount Everest. "Fine." Madison gathered his pajamas and a few other items before following him toward the guest bathroom. She paused at the doorway, glancing back at me. "We'll be quick." "Take your time. I'll star
MadisonI climbed onto the massive bed, positioning myself in the center as instructed. Alexander stood, moving to the nightstand where he kept the condoms. I watched as he rolled one onto his impressive length, my core clenching in anticipation. "Spread your legs," he commanded, climbing onto the
MadisonI stood perfectly still, the champagne flute clutched in my hand like a lifeline. Alexander's face remained frustratingly neutral as he regarded Katherine—not excited, not cold, just unreadable. "How long are you in New York?" Gabriel asked Katherine, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "
MadisonMom raised an eyebrow. "And you're not?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "It means my daughter works too hard." She tossed a piece of popcorn at me. "You're allowed to have a personal life, you know." I caught the popcorn and popped it in my mouth. "Says the woman who used to work sixty-
MadisonShe turned back to Alexander. "We really must catch up properly, Alex. Away from all this noise and pretense." She gestured vaguely at the gala around us. "Dinner next week? I'll have my assistant call yours." Her eyes flicked briefly to me, the implication clear. Alexander took a sip of h







