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as it came. I would kiss her, maybe fondle her breasts, and then enter her. There were a few times that she’d tried to do “other” things, no doubt at the behest of her, for lack of a better word, slut of a sister, but those things weren’t for our bed. The things that she wanted to do were things that happened between a man and his mistress, not his future wife. Wives were placed on a pedestal and seeing her mouth hovering near my penis had almost gotten her tossed clear from it.

“Do it,” I agreed. “I would like to know what has been going on with her. Also, if it’s possible, I would like for them to get more information on this Dr. Ethan Stewart that she works with to ensure that I’ve got background information on everyone involved in activities directly related to my campaign.”

He smiled, nodded, and then made the call.

Chapter Eight

Ethan

I was fucked.

I know naturally in these situations your first reaction is to look at me and go, “Well, duh, of course you love her,” but men aren’t as quick with these things as we’d liked to be. It also had to be some form of Guinness world record how fast I’d gone from fantasizing about Alexandra, to the inability to function without seeing her every day.

Those one or two visits up to her office turned into an amount that I’m not quite ready to admit to. If I wasn’t upstairs in her office, she was downstairs in mine even if I just had a couple minutes of downtime. I started doing some other shit too, like pulling her onto my lap and burying my face in her neck or hair. I even started doing that damn Eskimo-kiss nose-rubbing thing that I vowed I would never do even if I found someone that I could be serious with. The other day, I added a smiley face at the end of one of my texts. Sometimes I reach for her hand before she has a chance to grab it just to walk her out to her car. Then, there’s the way I feel when I’m holding her and she plays in my hair. Or even better, the way she kisses me all over when I’m twenty-thousand leagues-deep inside of her.

Like I said…fucked.

I didn’t know how I was supposed to get through dinner with Kellen and Tayler without them seeing it all over my face. I’d barely agreed to meet up with them even though it was a rare occasion to have them both in town at the same time. I’d had to choose between seeing them and spending the afternoon with Alexandra, Gia, Kai and Evelyn watching Eli cut the ribbon to mark the opening of his second fitness center in Baton Rouge. It had been a long time dream of his to own several gyms across the United States, and all I ever saw was support from Gia.

Most people thought that Gia and Alexandra were different because of their very different external appearances and mannerisms, but they had more similarities than I think even they realized. The most important one, in my opinion, was the amount of support that they showed to the men in their lives. Even though Alexandra had been steering it in the wrong direction for the past couple of years, she was still able to recognize someone willing to put her interests front and center where they belonged.

Just like “cute” and a few other words, “overwhelmed” was not something that was often found in my vocabulary, but it was the only way to describe how I felt when Alexandra told me that she was all mine. I’d never thought in a million years that a woman like her would ever give up so much just to take a chance on me. It wasn’t as though I saw her being with me as a step down, but it wasn’t what everyone else wanted. It wasn’t what everyone else had planned for her. Yet, for her to finally come into her own…I would have still enjoyed watching her make decisions based on what she thought was best for her.

My own mother hadn’t chosen me over the throng of men she’d paraded through our old apartment in Baton Rouge. Many times, I’d tried to ignore the sounds coming out of her bedroom when I was a kid, but they would still permeate the old wooden walls of the subpar, two-bedroom rat hole.