Chapter 2 - He's The One I Want

Delighted, I cuddled up to him and breathed in his scent. His body scent of fresh dew mixed with musk was so addictive. In fact, I had learned this habit from Clyde; every time he saw me, he stuck his face into my neck to inhale my scent.

Sometimes he licked that special spot on my neck, igniting a scorching fire that got us straight into bed. The delicious shots his tongue sent down my neck to my triangle didn't stop until I felt my fiancé deep inside me. Clyde was a fantastic lover, not that I had any comparison, but I couldn't imagine anyone else being able to make me feel so completely satisfied.

Suddenly, I felt my temperature rising, like I was on fire. This was new; this wasn't the familiar fire I got when Clyde got me so excited that I couldn't think of anything else but him. This was a more significant feeling, ignited from the outside and forcing me to seek it out.

No, I wasn't drunk; before I went downstairs with Clyde, I had only had a glass of liqueur, and that could never have this effect on me. But this hot spark was pulling at me as I fought it with all my might. And my fiancé was here with me; I wanted nothing to do with others who could tear me away from him. So I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled his face towards me.

My lips found his in a passionate kiss, causing Clyde to groan in his throat.

Last week had been hectic with the takeover negotiations, and we were both exhausted when we arrived home. We had no energy for sex, and now that everything had reached the final stage, I felt how much I had missed him. I could feel his heart beating faster as his hand tangled in my hair. The kiss deepened; we couldn't get enough of each other.

"Hey, is this a cocktail party or a make-out session? Come on, try the bedroom," Alessandro called loudly. The room erupted in laughter, and it dawned on us that we were being very inappropriate. I blushed like a sailor and hid my face in my fiancé's chest. He smiled and stroked my hair soothingly.

"Later, baby. Let me finish this last meeting, and then I'll have all the time in the world for you," Clyde whispered in my ear. "Carlo and Alessandro are waiting for me to make the final arrangements. Stay here with our guests; if it gets late, go home with Mariam. I'll pick you up later." I nodded, knowing that sometimes these meetings dragged on so long because the men still had a kind of bromance afterward.

It wasn't the first time Clyde had had to pluck me from his parents' guest room and drive me back to our place. He refused to go to bed without me, and sleeping away from home was not his idea of a good time.

A quick kiss on the forehead, and he left with his brothers and two other men through the wide doors of the study. I turned back to the group of women with a flushed face. My mother-in-law smiled contentedly, while the rest of them stared at me with raised eyebrows.

"Joanna, that was hot. I'm going to try it with Rick tonight, but only when the kids are asleep and I can finish the whole thing." We laughed out loud at Sarha's comment. This beautiful girl was the wife of one of the vice-presidents of the estate.

Mariam raised her glass in a toast. "What Sarha is trying to tell you is that this is how babies come, Joanna. In a few months, you will marry my son, and I don't expect you to wait too long for my grandchildren. I'm not getting any younger."

And now we all rolled our eyes. We knew she was looking for a compliment; Mariam looked absolutely stunning, but she would like to hear it more often.

"I'm working on it, Mariam. But don't complain if you have to babysit a lot. Clyde and I work, and a nanny is not really my choice."

Five hands immediately went up. "Me. I'm happy to babysit the little prince. Count on me." I smiled at Sarha's nickname for my yet-to-be-born baby.

"It could be a little princess. Not all firstborns are boys," I pointed out to my friend. But she shook her head.

"The first one is definitely a boy. It's always like that. Look around, we all have a boy before the girls arrive."

I cast my eyes over the mothers in our midst, and indeed, Sarha was absolutely right. They all had a son as their firstborn. Was this just a coincidence, or was there a reason behind it?

Clyde was the first son of Mariam and George. "What is the explanation for that? Now that you mention it, I have actually just noticed that."

Now they all started laughing; this was the moment when I felt like an odd duck. It was as if they were having a good time about something I couldn't understand. None of them bothered to give me an answer. I made a mental note to ask Clyde more about it later.

A little confused, I made my way to the buffet, greeting a few guests on the way. But even before I reached the aromatic dishes on display, I felt it again.

A warmth that surrounded me and took hold of me. And this time, Clyde wasn't around; I couldn't draw strength from him to resist it all.

As if my legs had a life of their own, I walked away from the buffet to a corner of the room. A man with his back to me began to move away, out the back door of the hall. I reluctantly followed him into the illuminated garden until we reached the pavilion.

Standing in the middle of the overgrown space, he turned. A gasp left my mouth as I stared into a stunningly handsome face with the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen in my life. His sharp jawline was almost feminine, but the angle of his neck was extremely masculine. His raven black hair was sleek and shiny. The earring betrayed his naughty side.

I swallowed a few times, regained my composure, and put a smile on my face, as befitted the perfect hostess. I had never seen him in our social circle before; he must be from the company we had acquired.

"Sir, don't you like the party? Let me take you to the buffet. There must be something you like to eat." I still studied his face, not knowing why it attracted me so much.

"My appetite disappeared when I heard my mate was planning to start a family with someone else. I will never allow that."

His words stirred something incomprehensible in me. And then I looked up to ask him for clarification. Wrong move!

His deep blue eyes locked with mine. As if hypnotized, I stared at the man, my jaws opening and closing like a fish on dry land. And then his eyes turned to dark orbs, his face tightened.

‘MATE!’ ...