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This will be my last journal entry.
I love you, Chris, and forgive me for all the pain that I have caused you.
I can’t do this anymore.
I turned pages, but there was nothing else written in the journal after that, which was a sign that she’d given up on Chris and left the family.
Not only her husband, but she’d abandoned her children too?
Was that the truth or was there something else that I wasn’t reading clearly into this?
Did she take her own life, or was Chris involved in her death?
My mind was overwhelmed by all the possibilities, keeping me awake at night.
I was obsessed with solving this. All I wanted was to understand what had happened in the family. If I were to uncover the secrets, I needed to dig deeper and find out everything.
“Millie…”
“Millie!”
Castle stared at me with eyes filled with desire. “I said…I want you to come and sit on my lap.”
“Okay.” I climbed into bed, smiling, “What are you going to…ouch! Heyyy…”
He grabbed my hips and pulled me into his lap like he couldn’t wait another minute to do what he’d planned.
He started kissing me with wild passion, his lips pressing against mine urgently, his tongue moving inside my mouth in urgent strokes. I turned molten every time his hands worked the magic on my body and his expert tongue continued to stroke. I moaned.
He buried his face into my hair and nibbled softly over my neck, his fingers working deftly over the strings of my dress. “Take this off.”
A few minutes later, we were both completely naked. His eyes watched me intently as he sank inside me and started moving. I held onto his powerful biceps as he continued to reward me with hard and fast thrusts.
“Yes…Oh god, Castle…” I whispered.
“You like this, Millie?”
I kissed him hard as an answer to his question.
When we were done, we were sweaty, and I felt like my soul had officially left my body, but that was usually what happened when we made love. He propped himself up on one arm, looking down at me with what seemed like obvious devotion.
I raised my hand to his face, staring adoringly at him. And maybe I was a little lovesick, too.
“What are you looking at?” I asked him, shyly.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said, his fingers grazing over my stomach.
I giggled, snuggling closer to him. He kissed me slowly this time like we had all the time in the world to be in each other’s arms. He nuzzled my neck. “What do you think about…having a baby?”
I smiled up at him. “I would love that.”
He curled and uncurled a loose lock of my hair. “Our kid would have everything in this world…I’ll make sure of it.”
I nodded, “I’m sure you’ll be a great dad.”
A few seconds passed between us, and then I asked him, “Do you remember anything about your mother?”
He shook his head. “I just know what they’ve told me. Theo says our mom left us about ten years ago. Apart from that…well…I don’t remember anything. When I look at her picture, I don’t remember her…which is cruel because who would want to forget the woman who gave birth to you?”