Signed, Sealed, Baby

I sat at my father’s dinner table, listening to the bullshit he was spilling out to me. I hold my hand up, silencing him.

“I am going to say this once, so make sure you listen.” I narrow my brown eyes on him, “Skylar is pregnant with my child, your grandchild, the rightful heir to the business…” My father tried interrupting, but I didn’t allow it. I stood up from my seat, banging my hands on the table.

“If you don’t want to give me the company because of her past then you can go and fuck yourself. Because I am not giving up my child, you know, the one you wanted me to have and more importantly, I am not giving Skylar up. So you either deal with it, or lump it. Either way, I wash my fucking hands of you.” I snarl, shaking my head. I tug the cygnet ring off my finger and throw it onto the table before turning and walking out of the house and into the waiting car.

“Sir,” Guy greets me.

“Take me home,” I sigh. Resting my head in the chair and unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt. I just want to go home.

I rush through the busy hotel, heading straight for the lift and hitting the PH button. I felt agitated but as soon as I saw her, I knew those feelings would melt away completely.

Kicking my oxfords off as I stepped into my home, I tugged my jacket off and threw it on the side table in the hallway. I unbuttoned my shirt, then loosened my cufflinks, shoving them into the pockets of my suit trousers.

It had just gone nine, the city was still buzzing but in here, it was deathly quiet.

“Sky?” I call out, but she doesn’t respond. I walk into the lounge area, smiling as I look over to the sofa. She is curled up with a blanket pulled under her chin, blissfully asleep.

I walk over, the smile still on my face as I look at her every detail. Her thick, honey blonde hair is tucked behind her ears, her dewy, glowing skin tinted with the perfect sun-kissed tone, her pink, plump lips parted as the soft snores escape them. All that’s missing is me seeing those beautiful opal eyes.

My eyes moved from her as I saw the laptop screen, my heart thumping in my chest. She’s selling her apartment? I roll my lips; this is good news. Because now, she has no reason to leave me. I won’t let her leave me. I am never going to let her out of my sight again.

I lean over, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her to her room. I kiss her forehead, lingering a little longer as I drink in her scent. Vanilla and cocoa butter. Sweet and delicious.

If I had to choose between the hotels or her, it would always be her.

It has always been her.

I have loved her from the first moment I met her. My heart pulling me towards her at any moment it had wanted. My soul knew I loved her before I consciously did.

It’s as if my soul had been searching for her, walking this earthly plane with blinkers on.

Until her.