Semua Bab Amatucci Family: Bab 131 - Bab 140

I rinsed out my mouth, put my toothbrush away. The steamy outline of Ryker in the shower made the humidity in the room feel ten times hotter. That man would make Adonis look flabby. I shivered and went back out to the bedroom. I wasn't going to peep on my man, make a crappy situation even worse with my loitering. I clenched my teeth as I replayed Momma grabbing him tonight. I could have slapped her silly. We were going to have a long talk. A heart to heart. Ryker wasn't like her other sons. She couldn't just touch him as if he were. He was special. Different. I heard the water shut off as I slid between the covers of Ryker's ginormous bed. I swear, it could eat my king size and still have room for dessert. It was honestly the most comfortable thing I'd ever slept in. My man came out of the bathroom. The towel tucked low against his hips. I licked my lips imagining the taste of his skin right there in the V line that pointed the way to my personal heaven. Yum. He flung hi

Turo had a brow raised as we left the bathroom. "A stick up my ass?" he asked softly. I winced as heat rushed to my cheeks. "You weren't supposed to hear that."He eased forward. He braceleted my wrist with one of his hands. "She believes it though, doesn't she?"Over his shoulder, I could see Nik studying us. I could almost hear the questions rolling through her mind. I just hoped she didn't think he wanted me. I shuddered mentally. Eww.I pulled my hand away. "Yes," I said softly. "And if you break her heart, I'll break your dick off." I brushed by him and cuddled against Ryker. Turo turned, a huge smile on his face. "I doubt that. Momma wants me to have many babies."I winced. That probably made everything worse. "Well, since they won't be with me, I guess it won't matter if they're adopted or not, huh? Momma and Papa will love any babies. Even adopted ones."Turo's face screwed up in disgust as he jerked back. "Of course not with you." He gave a full body shiver. He

The next morning"And I keep telling you, as long as it has a good kitchen, I don't care if it has a mancave or whatever the hell that even means. As long as you're not watching porn or bringing over ladies, I don't care what you do in there." I wanted to wring his neck. If people thought women were fussy, they hadn't met Ryker Penn. The man was finicky, bordering on neurotic, with his specifications and demands in a single home. He needed at least five bedrooms-for what, I had no idea. Two offices-again, I had no idea why. I sketched on an iPad while watching action movies. Sometimes I would use an office chair and a drafting table, but with the ease of keeping all the files electronic, I rarely did that anymore. The rest of the list that he had to have was almost embarrassing. I guess it was a good thing he was obscenely rich. And honestly, this was the first time I think I'd ever seen it. Like had it shoved right in my face how rich he really was. He was so chill and down to

As we turned into the eclectic part of New Trenadie, I sucked on my soda. Grimaced at all the sugar. But I did have to admit that my brain wasn't as foggy and my body wasn't super angry at me yet. I would toss back this whole thing if it meant I didn't get the body aches and headaches I usually did with my panic attacks. I smiled as we drove down the street. Bakers Dozen was so named because it was literally a small neighborhood of thirteen homes. Each one was different like getting a baker's dozen premium cookies, cupcakes, or donuts. No cookie cutter homes here. Which would have been even punnier, but much less visually interesting.Luckily each home was as unique as a fingerprint. There was a Frank Lloyd Wright-inspired house. One that looked like a gingerbread house with some of the most elaborate molding I'd ever seen. If there was a kind of house that stood out from the others in style and design, there was one of them here. As for Turo's house, it was severely modern. Hu

The party was stunning. This year's theme was Gold. The fiftieth anniversary of the Chase Foundation. I bit back the rage that wanted to fire from my mouth. It wasn't quite time. Ryker scooted out of the limo, turned and helped me out. Paparazzi and the media were everywhere. The blinding glare of their flashes caused me to grip Ryker's hand so I could walk when I couldn't see where I was going. A long line of party waiters stood between the guests and the cameras."Willow Chase! How many years has it been since you've been to your parents' gala?" someone shouted."Willow! Who are you wearing?" a shrill female voice asked."Willow, where have you been hiding?""Ryker, do you have any comment on the police presence at Penn Towers?""Willow, where's your ex-husband?"I clenched my hand in Ryker's as the last question landed. These vultures were only interested in eliciting a reaction. I was bound and determined that the only reactions they'd be getting from me was triumph