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“Are you sure you’re okay, sweetheart?” Daddy’s soft voice pierced my thoughts.

“I was just thinking that Connor looks better now, but I feel bad that you got hurt,” I said, staring at his hand.

“He’s lucky we were in a public place. I saw your reaction and—something just snapped inside of me.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat and glanced down at the massive rock on my finger.

“We’re going to have to renegotiate the terms in our contract. I’ll email you a revised copy,” he said, and my head snapped up.

“Don’t look at me like that. The terms are more favourable.”

I arched an eyebrow at his smile, but it was the filthy look in his eyes that made my insides clench.

“I’ll need to hire a solicitor,” I said, slipping off my jacket.

His eyes dropped to my breasts.

“Sure,” he said absent-mindedly.

“I’ve not had my period yet,” I added, tugging off my dress.

His jaw dropped.

“You went out like that?!”

I rolled my eyes.

“It was under my dress,” I said, twirling to give him a show of the black see-through bodysuit he bought me.

“That was for me. It’s in our current contract—”

“No. Under Clause 3.2, purchases state: business, leisure, and lingerie.”

“Well, that needs amending,” he spluttered.“Wait. Did you say you’ve not had your period yet?”

I giggled and ran for the bedroom.

“Don’t fucking run in those heels!” he shouted, before chasing after me.

He lifted me into the air before I could reach my bedroom.

“You’ll need to move back in with me. I’m not having the mother of my child running around on fucking stilts like this. Bad girl,” he said, carrying me to the bed.

Excuses.

But I couldn't wait to be back in his bed.

Chapter 18

Magnus

The bodysuit was lace and mesh—revealing and hiding—but the thonged back? I’d need to buy more of these. I laid her on the bed before remembering the gifts in the kitchen.

“Don’t get off this bed,” I warned.

“Mmm.” She was too busy admiring her ring again.

Tonight hadn’t gone how I expected, but the result would’ve always been the same. She was mine from the moment she barged into my office flaunting that white lace bra.