Possess Me Slowly (Shattered 2)

She had been acting more and more flighty lately and never once spoke about Rhys since the night of the Armory. But the way they were staring at each other meant obviously something was going on there. Other than him formerly being in the military and a part of the millionaire club, I didn’t know much about him.

Emma’s gaze skated back to Rhys and I hid a grin. Just when I thought I saw a spark of interest in Emma’s eye, and hoped that she’d admit to whatever was going on with this guy, she glanced away mumbling something along the lines of Rhys looking like Thor. I didn’t really hear her because Preston was closing in on me, and the man made everything else melt away when he came near.

“Mrs. Strauss,” he said, and held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

My face already hurt from the amount of smiling I’d been doing, but at this rate, I’d never be able to stop. I was so beyond happy that life just seemed simple.

“Of course.”

Preston helped me to my feet just as the band began slowing the rhythm. Walking to the middle of the floor, Preston pulled me into his strong arms and swayed me effortlessly.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look?”

“Only about a thousand times.” I went up on my tiptoes and kissed him.

“I’ve been thinking.” He spun me then brought me back. “I want to put the three percent my father gave us in our child’s name.”

My mouth hung open. Though we hadn’t kept the original wedding date, John still gave his shares to Preston and was elated to find out we were expecting.

“It’s you’re company—”

“It’s ours,” he said, squeezing my right hand.

“What do you think of naming him Leo?” he asked.

“My dad?”

Preston grinned. “Sort of. I was thinking if it’s a boy…” Cupping my hip, his thumb rubbed across my stomach. “We could name him Leopold after your father.”

I didn’t think it was possible for my eyes to produce any more tears that day, but sure enough, they started flooding again.

“I like it. Leopold Preston Strauss.”

Preston’s jaw clenched and so much happiness rippled off him.

“I’m so in love with you,” I murmured.

“And I’m beyond a rational thought in love with you, sweetheart.”

In the middle of the glossy dance floor, locked in Preston’s arms, I realized that he never had the power to drown out the world around me. He was the force that my entire universe spun around.

“I’m going to make you happy, Megan.”

I looked up at the man who started out as a wild one-nighter, then became a contract lover, only to end up changing the rules and possessing me completely.

“I believe you.”

The End