Semua Bab THE BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION: From player to Father : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter 12 **James** I wake up with a smile on my face and a warm body against me. Contentment flows through my body. It practically vibrates out of me. I snuggle closer into my Bella. Inhaling her floral shampoo from her soft and silky strands of hair that tickle my face. I had wanted her addicted to me and I've just made my obsession worse. I fucked Isabella another two times last night before we had a long soak. She was falling asleep in the bath by the time I took her out. I can't stop the need within me to look after her and our baby. To ensure they are both safe and cared for. She sighs in her sleep, breaking me away from my thoughts. She rubs her silky skinned ass up against my morning wood. This is definitely a perk of being in a relationship. I rub her belly before slipping my hand between her legs. I glide one finger along the crease of her pussy till she moans in her sleep. She has luscious breasts and I bring my

Chapter 14**James**Sadly, her Easter break finished far too quickly. I watch her sitting on the sofa, tapping away on her laptop. I really should at least work on my investment portfolio and make myself useful since I resigned from work. In three weeks she has settled in and seems happy in our home. It took everything in me not to gloat. Now I'm stuck with the conundrum of getting her to agree to a wedding. Nothing I say or do will budge her stance on marriage.I'm considering getting Torian and Riah involved. The only thing that stops me is she is due to have her babies in a few weeks' time. Torian will kill me if I do anything to upset her. I would normally call him a whipped pussy ass bitch, but I completely understand now.I look over at Isabella as she chews on her bottom lip as she concentrates on her laptop. I look at my baby girl, who has popped out even more. My eyes slide upward to her red strappy top that has a lace trim down the V of

Chapter 16**James**Tears streak down her face. I stand frozen in a state of panic. I take a deep breath. Car, hospital route and phone. I take a hold of Bella and I wrap my arms around her. They are my entire world. I embrace her for a few seconds longer, kissing the top of her head."I won't ever let anything happen to either of you, baby. Do you trust me?" I say to her in a soft and what I hope is a soothing tone of voice that doesn't betray any of the fear I feel in the pit of my stomach.She nods and sniffles against my chest."Good. Now let's go. If anything hurts, you need to tell me."She shakes her head."No. I feel fine. Nothing hurts, no cramps, or anything.""Okay. That's good, baby." I say as I keep my arm around her and guide her towards the door. I take it easy in my stride, making sure she is okay.We take the lift downstairs and make our way to the car park. I unlock the door seating h

Chapter 18**James**I watch my wife holding Thomas as she chats to Kiera and Riah.It worked. She is my wife.I feel my cock harden for what feels like the hundredth time. I get to fuck my wife tonight. Weeks of plotting and planning with Riah have paid off. My eyes slide down to our baby girl. Just in the nick of time. Now I can hold my head up high and let her know how much I loved her mother. Not the drunken fiasco of how we began."Well? How does it feel?" Torian says from beside me. I turn to look at him. Tabitha is sleeping like a little angel in his arms."Damn good. I feel like I can finally breath now. She wouldn't marry me, so I thought she was always planning her exit route. I thought she might hold everything against me. My behaviour and how I took her from campus."Torian chuckles lightly."You did good making it up to her, from what Riah has told me."I look back at my wife, who throws he

CHAPTER 20: COFFEE AND CONFETTI (Six months after Juliette’s birth) The café smelled of burnt espresso beans and cinnamon. A scent Keira had come to associate with this new phase of her life. The After Isabella phase. Not that Isabella was gone, exactly. Just… transformed. Muted in some ways, amplified in others. A mother now. A wife. A person who used words like colic and reflux without irony. Keira stirred her oat milk latte, watching the foam swirl into a beige vortex. Outside, London was doing its best impression of summer. pale sunlight straining through a haze of pollution, tourists clutching maps and hope in equal measure. She’d chosen this café precisely because it was too trendy for strollers, too narrow for diaper bags. A sanctuary, however temporary. The bell above the door chimed, and there she was. Isabella, Bella now, to him, wearing a linen dress that probably cost more than Keira’s monthly ren