Married By Mistake novel Chapter 14

LUNA

I was stunned when I couldn’t find Dylan by my side. I stretched and got up a bit.

"D?" I whispered. I haven’t been able to quite adjust to the ambient light yet so I keep blinking.

Half of the bed sank. I felt Dylan's lips on my forehead. "Sleep, baby. I'm here."

I approached him and lay on his lap.

"Why are you in jeans?" I moaned.

"I have a meeting today."

I hugged him. "Don't go."

I left his lap and he lies down. I place my head in his arms and one of my thighs was resting on his stomach.

I giggled when he touched my neck with a kiss.

"My kitten wants to cuddle?"

"A little."

"It's your due date today." He says. "What do you want for breakfast?"

Oh my gosh!

I pushed him slightly and get on top of him. I looked up and Dylan's puffy eyes met mine. A good sight to start my morning. "You, with chocolate cream and cherry on top."

"Yeah?" He fixed my messy hair.

As if a magnet was pulling me toward him, I leaned into his mouth, gasping when his lips touch over mine. His mouth was firm, his tongue more insistent, and I was breathless by the time the kiss ended. Little sparks of heat danced along my skin, growing hotter when I noticed the desire glimmering in Dylan's almond eyes.

"I thought you had a meeting?"

"I have a teasing wife beside me. How can I do if you're tempting me like this?" He chuckled. "What's your plan for today?"

I thought for a moment. "I will wash the clothes."

He frowned. "No. Just give that job to the laundry shop."

I put my index finger on the bridge of his nose. I hate it when he frowns. "I'll be impatient when I'm not doing anything. You're late for your meeting."

We switched position, he is now on top of me. "I don't care. I'm the boss."

After a few minutes, he left. I am no longer used to the house being quiet. I was feeling the ease of home for me. It's cold when Dylan isn't around.

I cleaned our house first. Next week, the maid that Dylan hired to be my assistant will come. I removed the bedsheet of our bed and placed it in the basket on the side. Only now did I notice that the foam was different. This isn't Dylan's old bed.

Did he change it because he didn't want to lay me on the bed where he already had a lot of women?

I smiled. Next, I put in the basket his dirty clothes. I could smell my husband's perfume again. I miss him already. I lay down on the bed and hugged my husband's polo shirt. What is this? I look like a fool.

I woke up when my phone rang. When I saw the caller’s name I answered that right away.

"Are you done smelling my shirts, Sweetheart?" I bit my lip when I heard his seductive voice.