Dear Mr Montgomery✔️

CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE: WHEN YOU ARE READY.

Is it weird that anytime I was around my husband, I feel all giddy on the inside. I and Caspian's marriage is not a normal one. We didn't have a meet cute or a first date or a proposal, we didn't have any of that. What we had was a crazy night of passion prompted on my part by the liquid confidence I had and after that a surprising baby arrival. And then marriage.

After Alan, I have never actually put myself out there again. Finding out your boyfriend was in love with your sister behind your back would do that for anyone. Caspian on the other hand; He was everyone's dream man and the most eligible bachelor in the country and then he got married to a high class heiress, divorced her and became single again... well then got married to me.

I might not know of Caspian's world but I'm not blind. Girls flocked around him and why won't they. The face of a greek god, every corner of his face perfectly sculpted even with his cold hard look, his grey eyes that seems that send ice arrow straight to your heart. Caspian has the look, the money, the power, the influence, the smarts albeit a cunning smart but he is.

Am I feeling a little insecure by being his wife? Maybe a little. Am I confused about the nature of our marriage? Yes. Am i scared of the giddy feeling in me? Am I scared that I like his kiss and I'm now fantasizing about his lips? Definitely. Am I terrified that he only cares about me just because I'm carrying his child? -.
I shoved all my feelings deep down in my chest before I explode.

I wiggled my way out from under the comforter and walked out of the bedroom. I was dressed in a very big blue mickey mouse clubhouse t-shirt and although I had a white short underneath the long length of the shirt concealed it, my foot was bare but not bare bare, I had a grey ankle socks on and my hair was packed in a small bun messily on my head.

One would think with a house so huge there would be at least something to do but actually there isn't. The workers in the house all act like robot whenever they talk to me. It was like a rehearsed line they all chorus. And my husband is a workaholic, my best friend is way too busy with our new expansion and my relationship with Hunter has become a little strained, thanks to you know who. It gets lonely and walking around your gigantic home can get old.

As I strolled the hall ways of the second fall once more I suddenly stopped in front of a particular door which had a looming presence behind it. It's a weekend and it wouldn't take a genius to know what that man was doing. But he had stubbornly suggested... no ordered, that I don't go in to the Cafe on weekends. It was either that or he triples the number of the bodyguards that follows me. I don't want those men in black in my Cafe. They do nothing but watch and stare. It creeps the hell out of my workers and my customers. And Carolina has become too busy to deal with them

Caspian was a good negotiator mainly because he gives you two options but the option he wants is the only one you would choose either way because there is no better choice. It's either you pick the bad option or the worse option. So I chose the bad option. Now I can tell how he became a powerful business mogul. But he wasn't getting away with it. If I'm not working, he sure as hell isn't. Husband and wife are supposed to spend time together and learn more about each other but my husband is a different case. I should spend time with him.

You've tired this before remember? It didn't work. Why do you think it'll work now.

My inner self mocked. Dismissing the thought I walked towards the door and knocked on it. I opened it when I heard a small voice or was it a grunt from behind it and took it as permission to enter.
Caspian was sitting behind his desk, scanning through a file that was on his desk. Turns out Caspian only wardrobe isn't suits. Imagine my surprise when I saw him for the first time in a clothing other than a well tailored and pressed suit and imagine my lack of surprise at the lack of color of his other wardrobe choices.