Mob Boss Series Book #1: The Russian Heir

Chapter Fourteen: Secret Admirer

Lettie's POV
A pause or an end? That is the question I'm asking myself. Is it a pause on the baby or is it the crashing end of my dreams to be a mom?

Staring at the blue of the Mediterranean sea isn't helping me to find an answer. It's only making my mind drift farther and farther away from the harsh reality that Bryce Romanov is shooting blanks. A cool breeze blew past the floating white sheers hanging on the open arched windows moving past me in a calm soothing manner.

It's a hot day in Tangier. It was even hotter a few hours ago when Bryce and I were going at it hard. He's lying naked on the bed, stomach down and hands tucked under the pillow. I wrapped the light robe around my naked body and covered his perfect ass before I wake him up so that we can do it again.

He's so perfect. Why is he shooting blanks? It's such a disappointment yet I feel sorry for him. I'm not over it. It's been a little over two months and I'm still not over it. I'm still thinking about the possibility of never being a mom and it hurts. But I try not to show him. I try to be supportive. I try not to bring it up.

We can't just forget about the diagnosis. How? It's life changing!

I closed my eyes as another breeze blew past my face. We have been vacationing in Morocco for the last two months. We agreed to no distractions and switching on the phone once a day is the rule. Of course I check mine often when he's not in sight. He's asleep and it won't hurt to catch up with my friends.

There's nothing.

Maybe they know better than to bother me in this period of reconnection with my husband. I looked over my shoulder. He's waking up. He squinted at the bright light coming from the sun sinking in the sky. It takes Bryce a moment to wake up. He only jumps out of bed when Alexei is banging at the door.

A small smile graced his handsome face. "Hi beautiful." He whispered.

"Hi." I smiled back.

He left the bed stalking my way completely naked. I admire the confidence in him and it's one thing I don't want him to ever lose. He wrapped his arms around me allowing me to feel the heat of his body through the silk robe. Without a word we embraced in gentle kiss. He pressed his hand against my stomach to push me back against his body.

"Are we still okay?" He asked me in a low rough sexy tone.

"Why do you keep asking that?"

"Because I am terrified that someday I will wake up and you'll be gone Lettie." I turned to look into his eyes. "I don't want that. So are we still okay?"

"Yes we are." I smiled at him. I touched the side of his handsome face sliding the tips of my fingers to his lips. He closed his eyes as his lips quivered.

He lifted me off my feet raising me to sit on the window seal. We made out passionately with our bodies close to each other. I think it's going somewhere. His fingers didn't shy away from a deep probe. His lips kept torturing me and my body descending into absolute surrender. I tore my lips away from his. My nails dug into his arm when he pushed his hardness into me.

With my back facing the open window and gripping onto him as firmly as possible, Bryce slammed himself into me. I met him thrust for thrust. Our eyes remained locked, our breathing rough.

I'm inching closer by the second. Anytime now... I'm close.

He suddenly stopped. "Is that a phone?" He asked.

It's my phone! Damn it! I forgot to switch it off. He pulled away and began to search for it. He lifted a pillow and stared at it. He just stood there for a moment. I slid off the window seal when he offered it to me.