All Chapters of Sexy Behind The Mask: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

But the seed was planted. The tiny whisper of doubt that maybe, just maybe, Nate's love was conditional. That without a baby, without the reason they'd gotten married in the first place, maybe he'd start looking elsewhere. He wouldn’t tell her he loved her if he didn’t, surely. That wasn't his style."I should get back," Prue said, suddenly desperate to be near Nate, to feel his arm around her, to hear him tell her he loved her."Of course. I'm sorry for dumping all this on you." Trish hugged her again, holding on just a moment before letting go. "Thank you for listening. You're such a good friend, Prue. Better than I deserve.""That's not true—""It is." Trish pulled back, her smile sad. "Just promise me you'll be careful. With your heart. With Nate. With everything. I don't want to see you hurt again.""I promise." Why did thinking about Prue's relationship with Nate right now feel wrong?They left the study together, Trish heading toward the bathroom again, most likely to fix her ma

Three months later, and still no baby.Prue stood at the kitchen sink, clearing up her lunch things. Six months of trying now. Six months of tracking ovulation like it was a second job. Not like she had a first job really; Nate wanted her to take all the time she needed. So she still did charity work three days a week.But Prue was sick of timing sex down to the hour, of hoping so desperately it hurt. And still, nothing. Her period had come last week right on schedule, cramping and bleeding and another month of failure written in her body's refusal to cooperate. The doctors had all told her it could take months, even years. But there was no reason why they shouldn't have a baby.She dumped the rest of the cold tea down the drain and watched the brown liquid swirl away. If only disappointment was that easy to wash away.She knew that stressing about it could affect fertility, that they were both young and healthy and it would happen when it was meant to happen.But six months felt like

"Stepsister," Trish emphasized, taking another careful step forward. "Not blood. We're not related, Prue. My mother married his father when I was a baby. That doesn't make us siblings. That just makes us two people who grew up in the same house and fell in love." Her voice dropped, went soft and almost tender. "You can't help who you fall in love with. Surely you understand that. You fell for Nate the moment you saw him, didn't you? On that tarmac in Port Moresby?"How did Trish know that? Had Nate told her? Had they laughed about it together, about the naive twenty-year-old who'd fallen head over heels for her bodyguard and thought it meant something? She felt foolish."I don't believe you." But Prue's voice was cracking now, breaking apart at the seams. "Show me proof. Real proof. Not just texts you could have faked somehow—""Prue, please don't make me—" Tears filled the other woman's eyes again."Show me!" The scream tore out of her throat, raw and jagged. She was shaking all over

"She was setting you up." Nate's hands clenched into fists. "Making you think about affairs and married men so when the 'evidence' appeared, you'd connect the dots yourself. You'd remember that conversation and think she'd been talking about us all along.""It worked." Prue's voice was barely a whisper. "When I saw those messages, when I saw the photos, I remembered that night. And I thought… oh God, I thought she'd been confessing about you. About sleeping with my husband. Some of the messages made me doubt everything. I trusted her."He reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together. "And she took advantage of that. Took advantage of your trust, your vulnerability, your grief. She saw an opportunity and she fucking took it. Grayson was the only one to stop me from fucking killing her when I found out."Prue stared at their joined hands, tears dripping off her chin. "All those times she visited. All those conversations where she'd mention seeing 'him' on nights you worked late. I

"I know what you need." His voice was rough with his own need. "Come for me, Prue. Let me feel it. Show me how much you want this… how much you need me."His fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. His thumb pressed harder on her clit. And she shattered, her orgasm ripping through her with such force her knees buckled. He caught her, held her up with one arm around her waist, his fingers still working her through every pulse and flutter."That's it," he murmured against her neck. "That's my girl. So fucking beautiful when you come. Missed watching you fall apart for me."When the last tremor faded, she slumped against him, boneless and gasping."Okay?" he asked, his hand stroking up and down her back."More than okay." She tilted her head back to look at him. "But I want… I need—" Did she have the right to ask after everything? But he was here… here for her."What do you need, Prue? Tell me.""You." She pressed her palm against his chest, feeling his hear