In a stunning twist of fate, the life of a billionaire hedge fund is turned upside down when Alison, the woman who saved his son's life, awakens from a 10-day coma believing she is not only his wife but also the loving mother of his children. The bo...
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Jake
With a grin, Matt winked at me as soon as Alison and I boarded the plane.
Alison attached herself to my arm like no other woman I have ever spent the night with. Her eyes looked at me as if I was the best man in the world. And, of course, that was more than proof for Matt to be sure we had had sex at the honeymoon suite.
The pain endured did not make the experience wonderful for her, but the wedding I prepared and our closeness brought her even more love for me.
One thing that I did not like after Vegas was that things got more intense on her behalf. She would always find her way to my office after receiving treatment at the clinic, expecting a meal together. Or she would bring treats she baked for me to have an excuse to be there.
However, after leaving Vegas, there was a pleasant change in how things were done around the house. When I returned from work, Alison would willingly hand me the baby, who was overjoyed to see me without me having to ask twice.
It had been three weeks since the wedding, and we had a good routine around the house. I was getting used to Alison there more than before. It was like Matt said. I did not have a choice. As much as I blamed my mother for this situation, I would never be capable of handing Alison over to Doctor White's care to do God knows what with her.
As Alison exited the bathroom, a pleasant lavender aroma followed her, soothing my thoughts. It brought me back to the spring breaks I spent as a child at my great-grandmother's Estate in England. Olly and I would spend hours running around the large lavender fields together.
Alison blushed and said, "Hi!"
I knew what she was seeking—for us to be one again. Alison wore the same camisole from Vegas in hopes that tonight, I would do again what she longed for every night.
Keeping Alison at arm's length after we slept together was nearly impossible. She might not have found so much pleasure in her first time. But of course, she wants to feel again our closeness and the touch of my hands on her body.
After all, that is what a wife expects of a husband inside of their bedroom walls after the children are sound asleep in bed.
"Hey," I said back, putting my book away.
We would fly to Europe in two days, and maybe sleeping with her now would be a good idea. How Alison seemed needy of affection and attention lately could get us in trouble at the chalet in France.
The whole family will be there, plus Matt's family. With many people inside the Winter Chalet Mountain, it would not be wise for Alison to behave like that. She would seek to be near me the whole time, and with Dad there, I feared something could go wrong.
Our eyes met, and Alison sat on my side of the bed and blinked a few times. Her eyes danced again with expectations. I moved closer and slid my hand over the lower cut of her camisole.
