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“Did you really rip the contract?”

“I threw it into the fire before you came out of the bathroom.”

Amusement swirled in her gaze. “And you want to have children someday?”

She was never going to let me live down the breeding kink. I could already hear her chanting in my brain,“Impregnateme, Master Zeno!”the next time we had sex. The worst part was I didn’t even care. I loved when she teased me.

“I never gave it much thought,” I said truthfully, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Until I met you.”

She was smiling so hard. “How many do you want?”

“As many as you’d like to give me. It’s your body.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “And when you’re ready. I know we both have a lot on our plates. I’m content just enjoying each other for now.”

“That’s true.” She rolled me to my back so she was on top. “You owe me a trip to Italy and a new private island.”

“I do.” I twined my fingers with her left one and kissed the red diamond ring.

She stared at the precious stone as it gleamed. “I can’t believe you actually bought me my dream ring.”

The rarest diamond in the world for the rarest woman in the world. Darla had no idea that the ring on her finger was a priceless artifact worth fifty million dollars. Moreover, the inside of the band was engraved with our wedding date…and the combination to a safe with all my riches. In case of my untimely death, I made sure my wife was set for the rest of her life.

Clearly, everyone was right. I’d been whipped for this woman since the very beginning. Completely obsessed after one night in a sex club.

“By now, you should know, I would do anything for you.”

“Why is that?”

“Before you, my life was plagued with chaos. You brought me peace and taught me what it means to live again, Darla.” I cupped her beautiful face. “I would do anything for you because I love you with all my heart.”

My wife’s eyes shone with unshed tears. “Je suis à toi…”

I kissed her lips softly, whispering back our vow, “Et tu es à moi.”

CHAPTER 37

Bad Omen

Darla

My period was three weeks late.

The last few days I felt dizzy and nauseous. A fact I hadn’t paid much attention to until I realized I missed a pill or two during Zeno’s and my ten-day separation.

In the safety of my en suite, I took a pregnancy test with Ella standing on the other side of the door. “Darla, are you okay?”

The two lines on the stick confirmed my suspicions.

I was pregnant with our baby, who was most likely conceived the night Zeno and I made love in the maze.

“I’m getting worried, Dar,” Ella hollered. “Please cover your vagina. I’m about to come in.”

The door was already unlocked. Ella slipped inside and halted when she spotted me sitting on the closed toilet lid with tears in my eyes.

I swiped them with my wrist and beamed. “I’m pregnant, Ella.”

My best friend fell to her knees before me. “Oh my God,” she whisper-shouted. “How do you feel, babe?”

This was not part of our plans, but the best things in life were unexpected, right?