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Story: Betting Her Curves
Patrick shrugs.
“Your guess is as good as mine, but their divorce was brutal and my understanding is that the ex tried to “claim” the cabin by staking out the place. With the help of her teenage daughter,” he adds. “Like it was the fucking wild west and she could “take possession” by her mere presence. But I don’t know,” he says. “It’s another man’s personal life and I don’t want to know.”
“Okay,” I say with wide eyes. I’m about to say more, but I decide not to because it sounds like Christian Degas has turned into a mountain man, with a vicious ex and a young woman underfoot. My only hope is that something untoward doesn’t happen, whether it’s homicide, violence, or sheer repressed sexual tension. You never know with these things.
But I’m happy in my castle in Ireland, with my handsome man, and his baby in my belly. I pull Patrick close again before whispering against his lips.
“Thank you, Mr. O’Lachlan. The Viscountess is very happy.”
His blue eyes gleam as he takes in pregnant form.
“Thank you, Mrs. O’Lachlan to be. The Viscount is very happy as well.”
Then, our lips join as our hearts meld because we’ve left Vegas behind, but I’m sure we’ll go back. After all, there’s too much excitement going on, given the mix of plus-size curvy girls, dashing billionaires, and even a mountain man and his precocious stepdaughter thrown in for good measure. But for now, I want to focus on my family ... and the gorgeous alpha male who made my dreams come true.
THE END
“Your guess is as good as mine, but their divorce was brutal and my understanding is that the ex tried to “claim” the cabin by staking out the place. With the help of her teenage daughter,” he adds. “Like it was the fucking wild west and she could “take possession” by her mere presence. But I don’t know,” he says. “It’s another man’s personal life and I don’t want to know.”
“Okay,” I say with wide eyes. I’m about to say more, but I decide not to because it sounds like Christian Degas has turned into a mountain man, with a vicious ex and a young woman underfoot. My only hope is that something untoward doesn’t happen, whether it’s homicide, violence, or sheer repressed sexual tension. You never know with these things.
But I’m happy in my castle in Ireland, with my handsome man, and his baby in my belly. I pull Patrick close again before whispering against his lips.
“Thank you, Mr. O’Lachlan. The Viscountess is very happy.”
His blue eyes gleam as he takes in pregnant form.
“Thank you, Mrs. O’Lachlan to be. The Viscount is very happy as well.”
Then, our lips join as our hearts meld because we’ve left Vegas behind, but I’m sure we’ll go back. After all, there’s too much excitement going on, given the mix of plus-size curvy girls, dashing billionaires, and even a mountain man and his precocious stepdaughter thrown in for good measure. But for now, I want to focus on my family ... and the gorgeous alpha male who made my dreams come true.
THE END