Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96513 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
“You should have told me,” I said. “Just because you read some hospital papers doesn’t mean that you know what I went through.”
“You were kept in a private ward for eating disorder patients for six weeks.”
I clenched my hands into fists. “Yes, against my will.”
“Ah,” he said softly. “That’s why you hate hospitals and have to be in control.”
“I don’t always have to be in control.”
He raised an eyebrow, but I ignored his look.
“Those six weeks were a nightmare,” I told him. “They say they saved my life. They don’t say what they took from me.”
I strode away from him, the anger still rushing through me. It ached that he’d known about my hospitalization from the start. He shouldn’t have known, and yet he did. Was that why he asked about my food choices so often? He’d done it on the night of our anniversary. He’d looked at me strange in Puerto Rico.
He came up behind me, running his hands down my arms and drawing me against him. He pressed a kiss into my hair. I wanted to yank away from him, but… I didn’t. He’d gone behind my back to get information about me. But he didn’t appear to think any less of me. In fact, he was… comforting me. I never would have guessed this of Camden Percy.
“Don’t run from me,” he said against my hair. “I’ve seen the worst of you, Katherine, and I’m still right here.”
I closed my eyes. Those words held power. A power that had nothing to do with his dominating personality and everything to do with… safety. I was safe here with him in this moment. He’d seen my fall, and he’d caught me.
“I want you,” he breathed a second later.
“You do?” I whispered into the empty apartment.
“Yes.”
“What if I can’t have a baby?” My deepest fear spoken aloud.
“I’ll still want you,” he confessed.
I swallowed. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That Camden Percy was saying these words. That he cared about me. That we were here right now.
“Okay.” I leaned back into his chest, letting him draw me flush against his body. “Okay.”
His breath moved to my ear, where he placed a soft kiss. “But it won’t come to that. We can figure it out together. There are so many options in front of us.”
“You’re right,” I agreed.
His lips landed on the sensitive spot right below my ear. “I love when you say that.”
“Ass,” I muttered, even as I tilted my head to the side. He dragged my hair over my shoulder and trailed kisses down my neck. “Katherine,” he said, tightening his grip.
“Hmm?”
“I want you to move back in.”
I stilled under his careful ministrations. I hadn’t lived here since it had all fallen apart between us. I stayed carefully sequestered at my own penthouse. Thankful that I’d never gotten rid of the place even though others thought it strange that we had two residences.
“I don’t want you to stay in your place anymore,” he continued. “I want you here, in my home, with me.” He drew the strap of my dress down and kissed my shoulder. “In my bed.”
I shivered at the words. “Camden…”
“Say yes, Katherine. Just say yes.”
God, wasn’t he offering me so much more than I’d ever thought I’d get from him? I’d thought I was marrying the devil. Well, I supposed that I had. But perhaps he was the devil I could live with. The devil I could even… come to love.
“Yes.” The word released from my lips. “Yes.”
He spun me around until I was facing him. I looked up into those dark, depthless eyes. My heart beat furiously in my chest. I felt like everything was shifting between us. That nothing would ever be the same.
“Do you have your birth control with you?” he asked.
“Uh, yeah,” I said, surprised by the question.
“Go get it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, but he didn’t even blink. I walked back to where I’d discarded my purse. I plucked out the small packet of birth control. The piece of paper that Whitley had given me sat on top of everything else. I wavered for a second and then grabbed that, too.
He took them both out of my hands. “What’s this?”
“Prescription from Whitley,” I said.
He flipped the paper over and read what Whitley had written. He cracked a smile and shook his head. “I think I will keep this prescription for rainy days,” he said, stuffing it into his pocket.
“What are you doing with—” I began.
But he was already heading toward the kitchen where he opened the drawer for the trash and casually tossed my pills inside. My mouth dropped open.
“Camden!” I gasped. “You can’t just throw away my birth control pills.”
“You don’t need those.” He strode back over to me and pulled me into a hard kiss. “The doctor said to get rid of your pills and have sex with your husband.”