ログインCaleb POVBella's conditions arrived in a document. Of course they did. She was Bella Hart, CEO of an international acquisitions firm, and when she told me she had conditions she meant it in the most complete sense of the word which made it difficult to misinterpret.I picked it up and read it, it had six rulesI recognized three of them immediately; she'd said them out loud already.One: No timeline imposed by outside expectation. We move at my pace. This is non-negotiable and not subject to revision based on board optics, media pressure, or anyone else's calendar.She'd said this to my face and I'd agreed without hesitation. Seeing it written down made me understand she'd needed it documented. That there had been enough people in her life who agreed to things verbally and then quietly renegotiated.Two: Weekly couples therapy for the first year minimum, both parties present, non-negotiable. I am not building something on a foundation that hasn't been properly examined.Three: Tom wi
Bella POVHe didn’t stop. He flipped me over onto my hands and knees, yanking my hips back so my ass was high in the air. One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripped my waist, and he slammed back into my dripping pussy in one brutal thrust.“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, watching his thick cock disappear inside me again and again. He fucked me rougher now, hips slapping loud against my ass, balls swinging heavy against my clit with every stroke. My tits swayed underneath me. He reached around and rubbed my swollen clit in tight, fast circles, making me moan.“Harder,” I begged, pushing back against him. He gave it to me, pounding my cunt so deep I felt him in my stomach. My second orgasm ripped through me, pussy pulsing and squirting around his cock. He kept fucking me through it, grunting with every thrust until my arms gave out and I face-planted into the pillow, ass still up for him.He pulled out, breathing hard. “On top. Now.”I climbed onto him, straddling his hips, his cock
Bella POVBut we were already equals, we had already established that. The paper would just be catching up to the truth.Tom fell asleep before eight, exhausted by the weight of good news and as usual playing with his dinosaurs as Caleb carried him to bed. I stood in the doorway and watched him tuck the blanket up and smooth Tom's hair off his forehead, and the feeling in my chest was so ordinary and so enormous I had to press my hand against the door frame. When he turned, he saw my face.He didn't say anything. He just crossed the hallway toward me, and I stepped back, and he pulled Tom's door most of the way closed, and then we were standing in the dim corridor looking at each other."You don't have to" he started."I know," I said.I kissed him first. Not the careful kind — I'd done enough of those. I rose onto my toes, slid my fingers into his thick black hair, and crashed my mouth against his with raw hunger. My lips parted his instantly, tongue pushing deep and greedy into his
Bella POVI pulled back slightly, needing the distance to say it properly. "First condition," I said. "We don't rush it, no engagement announcement, no ring shopping next week, no timeline shaped by your board's opinion or anyone else's expectations. We move when we're both ready, and I'm the one who decides when that is.""Agreed," he said immediately."You're not even going to negotiate?""No."I looked at him. "Most people negotiate.""I'm not negotiating the terms of spending my life with you," he said simply. "What else?""Second condition, we see someone like a therapist. Together. I'm not building something on top of everything that happened without a solid foundation. I've worked too hard to get here to watch it crack because we were too proud to do the work properly."Something moved across his face "I've been seeing a new therapist for about eight months."I stared at him. "You have.""Yes.""You never told me.""You never asked. And I wasn't sure you'd believe me, I didn't
Bella POVI turned around. Caleb had stepped back to give me room, and he was looking at me with his hands loose at his sides and nothing held back in his expression.He didn't have a ring, he hadn't planned this particular moment. I could see that clearly."Caleb," I said."Not a business arrangement," he said. "Not a contract. Not something I'm asking because it makes sense legally or strategically or because anyone's dying wish requires it." He held my gaze. "Because I want to spend my life with you. Because Tom deserves to watch his parents choose each other, because every single time I've almost lost you I've understood more clearly what it would mean to actually lose you, and I don't want to spend one more day not being as sure as I can make myself."I looked at him."I know I was the reason you stopped believing those things were possible," he said. "And I know you've rebuilt yourself into someone who doesn't need them. I'm not asking because you need it." A pause, and somethin
Bella POVTom didn't know what had happened. He knew Mummy had come home in the middle of the night and that when I picked him up out of bed he was half-asleep and warm , I held him for probably too long while he drowsily patted my hair and said, "You're back already," I said, "I told you I would be," He was back in his own bed by four in the morning and asleep within minutes, and Caleb and I sat on the floor of his room in the dark with our backs against his bed frame, not talking, listening to him breathe.After a while Caleb's hand found mine and we stayed there until the light started to change.The nightmares started three nights later. Tom wasn't a dramatic child. But he woke twice in the same night reaching for something in a way that made my chest tighten, and when I sat with him and asked what he'd been dreaming he said, carefully, "There were people who wanted to take me," and looked at me with those grey eyes waiting to see how I would respond.I didn't look away from it.
Bella POVI made it back to the penthouse before I fell apart completely. The elevator doors had barely closed before the first sob broke free, raw and ugly and years overdue. I pressed my back against the wall and slid down until I was sitting on the floor, my expensive suit wrinkling, my carefull
Bella pov I tucked Tom into bed and sat beside him, smoothing his dark hair back from his forehead. "I love you, Tom. More than anything in the whole world.""Love you too, Mommy." His eyes opened slightly, that grey gaze so like his father's that it hurt. "Mommy? Why do I look different from you?
Bella pov Just my name, spoken in that voice I'd tried so hard to forget. I stopped walking, my entire body going rigid. Turn around, I told myself. Face him. Show him you're not afraid.But I was afraid. Terrified, actually. Because hearing his voice again made me feel like that girl standing in
Caleb POVThe clock on my nightstand read 3:47 AM, and I was staring at the ceiling again, counting the minutes until I could pretend sleep was even an option. Bella's eyes haunted me every time I closed mine.I'd tried everything: sleeping pills that left me groggy and useless, whiskey that only m







