Chapter One-Fifty-Four: Promise I

As soon as the door to their room closed, Alba walked to the foot of the bed and settled on the white ottoman with a sigh before plopping her upper body on the bed, making her breasts rock almost out of the secure hold of her gown.

He wanted to walk to her, tug the fabric so he could expose her mounds to his pleasure, maybe shove his shaft between them and rock until he spewed all over her face.

Shit…he was still pent up.

Yet the second he did anything suggestive, she could use that as an excuse not to follow through on the conversation.

"I grew up the gold digger’s daughter. You cannot convince me that Milos's life will be easy bearing the title 'incest' baby."

"He is not...we are not related by blood."

"And my mother did not care for your father's gold."

"So then your solution is to leave us in limbo? He can be deemed a sin in every way, but that one puts his life at risk should the elders decide to conspire against him. Leaving us in limbo isn’t the best way.”

"Then what is?