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“I am staring at you,” she said.“I am sorry, Ethan.”
I frowned, “What are you apologizing for?”
She stepped closer to me, her brown eyes gazing up at me.“I was so selfish in my guilt that I never stopped to think it was your child too.I am sorry for not thinking about you.Before you say something else, I want to confess.”
I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to continue.She licked her lips, “I love you, Ethan.I have been in love with you for so long and I never once forgot about the way you make me feel when we are together or alone.I want to spend the rest of my life with you, even if it is filled with lots of difficulties.”
My heartbeat thundered in my chest when she cupped my jaw.“I am made for your love, Ethan Kane.”
I kissed her.Her lips melted against mine when I caressed them.My arms tightening around her, holding her close when she feathered my hair, pulling me close.My breathing wavered, and I felt lightheaded.
This is real.
I pulled away, my voice husky and breathy, “I have been dying to hear that, Bella.I love you so fucking much it hurts.Every night after telling stories to the baby, I said it to you when you were asleep, but now hearing you say it to me.”I shook my head.“I am crazy for you and I don’t want anyone else but you.God, I love you so much.”
We were grinning as we kissed again, falling on the couch when I made her say it again and again until it was a mantra between us.She moaned those words against my lips when I asked her to, thrusting inside her in a slow, loving caress.Our bodies pressing against each other, too afraid to let go as we kept whispering the words of love until we were satisfied.
I pulled her sleepy body closer to me, snuggling her to my warm chest.Smiling down at her gorgeous face, I kissed her forehead and whispered, “I am made for your love too, Kiara Sharma.”
28.TOOK A FART ON THE HEART
ETHAN
Ifixed my tie for the umpteenth time, my eyes wavering over the people in flashy, luxurious clothes, finding one woman for whom my heart still beat wildly.Where did she go?My eyes searched for her in the crowd.The hall was covered in velvet and satin drapes, giving it a rich feeling, which blended perfectly with the golden lights and the paintings.Kiara was responsible for the display of paintings and their introduction while I worked with the lighting and decoration coordinator.Mr.Stone handed me a flute of champagne, his eyes approving of the suit I was wearing.It was, of course, in black.
“Looking for Ms.Sharma?”
Heat creeped up my cheeks as I scratched my neck, “Is it that obvious?”
Mr.Stone chuckled at me, patting my shoulder.“Take care of her.I am sure Mrs.Damini would be proud of her daughter’s choice.”
I smiled at him when he left to talk with the other guest and looked for my girlfriend.When I found her laughing with Anya and Andrew, my heartbeat came to a halt.She looked stunning in a redsaree.The black blouse hugged her curves while the folds of silk fell over her petite frame, goldenjhumkhasdonning her ears.Kiara looked more beautiful than I have ever seen her donned in asaree.
I knew I would have a hard time keeping my hands off of her tonight.I made my way toward her, greeting Anya and her son but I didn’t miss the way my Bella gazed at me from beneath her lashes.
I couldn’t wait to get her alone tonight.
The auction went well, with billions of dollars going to a children’s charity.Mr.Stone was more than happy with the outcome, congratulating us.I couldn’t keep my hands from her waist when everyone couldn’t stop gawking at her.She was the only one who was wearing asareeand resembled her mother.Her father and brother were proud of the entire event.Even my mothers seemed happy.
“She is truly beautiful.I could see why you love her,” a deep voice said over my shoulder from where I was watching Kiara meet and talk with the people who had placed a bid for the paintings.
I turned with a smile, his sharp face melting into a teasing grin as we hugged.“Nice to see you too,PrinceKhalid,” I said.“Stop staring at her, she is taken.”
He smiled down at me, his six-foot-five tall figure looming over me.“Not staring, Ethan, appreciating the efforts of the daughter of Mrs.Damini.She must be proud of her.”
“Yes, she would be,” I whispered, loving the small dimple poking her cheek when her brother and father embraced her in a warm hug.
Sliding my hands in my pockets, I turned to him knowing well enough that people, mostly women of all ages, were eyeing him.“What about you?Dating anyone?”I asked, curious if anyone had captured his heart of steel.
He let out a hearty, deep laugh.“Not at all.You think my rebellious sister will let me relax and have the time to date anyone?”
His voice was deep yet firm when he spoke in English and it made him sound British as he was born and raised in Azmia.His brother was the Sultan of Azmia, and his little sister was a rebel, running away from their country and making him worry.If he loved anything more than his country and the art of painting, it would be his sister.
“I thought you found her in New Zealand last time?”
Khalid Al-Latif shook his head, a small smile curling over his face.His bronze skin glowing.“We did, but she wanted to travel to Australia and then Sri Lanka.She is a wild spirit.I worry about her sometimes.”
“Which brother doesn’t worry about his sister?Let her see the world.She will come back on her own.”
