Chapter 50 Ms. Saint Elise And My Son

“My heart feels too big for my chest.”

“Mine too, babe.” He kisses my temple and then leans back, his gaze roaming my face, taking me in until it settles on my eyes. “I don’t want to date anyone else. I only want you. I love you, Madonna.”

My lips part, but no words escape, nor breath, or a single sound. My own feelings are so large, too much to restrain in the confines under the current situation. “I love you, too. So much.”

I worry I’m living in a fever dream and afraid to wake up, but every kiss and touch is so real that I’d choose this reality over life if I could feel like this forever.

And then he says, “The press will have a field day when they find out.”

My back stiffens as my feet land on the floor again. “My brothers are going to kill us both.”

He sighs, the bubble sounding like it’s burst. “I’m not sure what to do about that.”

“I’m tired of the world having a say in my relationships and my professional management team advising me on how to behave. I just want to be with you