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“Let me find out you got a secret kink. You into BDSM, Empress?”

I shook my head. “I feel like it’ll trigger me.”

“Not if it’s used to bring you pleasure instead of pain.”

“I’d rather not find out. On your knees, big daddy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He got down and leaned over the tub while I straddled his back. “Oh, you trying to put that pussy on me.”

I laughed. “Hush!”

I began the journey of washing his hair while we talked about my childhood and how I had become fascinated with dance. Once I was done, he tossed his head back, splashing water all over me as I laughed. He shoved his face in my crotch and stood, lifting me off my feet and carrying me out of the bathroom. I put the towel over his head so the water wouldn’t drip everywhere.

I had never felt so light and carefree with Damien as I did with Truce. Even before the abuse, Damien wasn’t really romantic or playful. He’d buy me gifts, take me out to dinner, and maybe watch a movie or two, but he never made life with him fun. He made me feel as if being with him was a privilege and that I should’ve been happy to have bagged a guy like him. Once I gave him the panties, the courting and wooing slowed until it came to a screeching halt.

With Truce, things seemed different. His aura, his attentiveness, the way he looked at me, and how he was with my baby all screamed safe and secure. Paying a hundred thousand dollars to make sure Scottlyn and I were protected from his crazy brother made this feel too much like a fairytale. While I wasn’tcomplaining, I knew eventually we’d both have to face the heat that was sure to come our way soon.

He placed me on my feet once we were in the living room and slipped my shirt over my head. My wet shorts were removed next, making a splat sound as they hit the floor.

“Where do you want to do it?” he asked.

I giggled. “I thought you wanted me to do your hair. I have to blow-dry it.”

“That’s what I’m talking about. Get your mind out of the gutter, Empress. I’ma take care of you when you’re done.”

I blushed, my nipples turning into pebbles at the thought of feeling him inside of me again. “Um, the chair is fine.”

He kissed my lips, then took a seat. I shook my head because I was ready and willing to let this man do anything he wanted to me—no holds barred.

God, please let this be real. Protect me, keep me, and allow me to make the best decisions for me and Scottlyn. In Your name I pray. Amen.

Three DaysLater

Christmas Eve

“Mr. Stone. We’re preparing for landing. I need you all to fasten your seat belts,” the flight attendant announced.

I nodded, reaching over and rubbing Jela’s thigh before squeezing it. “Baby?” She stirred and looked over at me. “We’re about to land. It’s time to put on our seat belts.”

“Mmm, okay.” She stretched her limbs and then fastened her seatbelt. “I feel so bad about leaving my baby, Truce. I should never have let you talk me into leaving her. I’m having separation anxiety, and your little pill didn’t do anything but make me fall asleep.”

“Then it did its job.” I chuckled lightly. “Furthermore, you said you didn’t want her on an airplane at this age. I only went along with whatever you wanted. I wanted Chunks to meet my family, so don’t try to make me that bad guy, Sweet Cheeks.”

“Well… I needsomeoneto blame for it.”

“Just as long as that someone is not you, huh?” We both laughed. “I can send for her if you really want her to be here, Empress. It's not a problem. I just thought you wanted some mommy time.”

“I do, but I’ve never been miles away from her… I hate this, but I know my mom and sister will take care of her.”

I shook my head when she started biting her thumbnail. I grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. “It's only for two days, baby. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I know. I need a drink as soon as we land to settle my nerves.”

“Anything you need to make this weekend a weekend of relaxation.”

She smiled at me, then lay her head on my shoulder, and we settled into a comfortable silence. When the plane finally landed, we exited the terminal. As soon as we walked out of the revolving doors, my cousin, Jules, exited the driver’s seat of a Jeep with a huge grin on his face.