Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 54

She recalled when they had first met and how quickly they had fallen in love. He was attentive and sensual. Wouldn't let anyone else come near her. Oh, how she longed for the days to be with him again! At the time he had failed to mention that he was married but she didn't care anymore. His religion and culture wouldn't let him divorce his wife, so he had set her up in an alternate home as his mistress.

Mistress.

How easily the word rolled off her tongue these days. She used to have trouble saying it but so many years had passed that it no longer meant anything other than she had to share the affections of her man. Glancing at her watch, she realised he would be home soon.

Home.

He called it that. Said it was his favourite home in the world.

How many did he have?

Biting on her lip she paced the small apartment once more. It was furnished in French renaissance chic. They had bought everything together. They still went everywhere together. Only, he never slept at her home. He was hers during daylight hours. When he should have been at work.

Work.

She wondered what he did for work. When she questioned him, he had laughed it off and said she didn't need to worry. He is able to provide for her.

Her fingers were wrapped around the little tell-tale stick and she looked at it again for confirmation.

Pregnant.

How will he react? They never spoke of having a family.

The bone bracelet jingled and she smiled again. He had brought her this when she moved into their home. Told her she was his for life. That he was her husband in every sense of the word, only they would never be able to marry. He loved her. That would have to be enough.

Will it be enough?

He was going to be a dad!

The excitement in her gut returned and she heard the key in the door marking his arrival.