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Who knew decorating a tree with Leo could be so… fun? Susan watched the tiny white lights twinkling and felt for a moment as though she was a little girl again, filled with the excitement of Christmas Eve. All the possibilities, the promise of goodies to come, the mystery of presents to be puzzled over and opened. After an afternoon of wandering the shops and sites, they’d returned to Susan's apartment and set about decorating the tree. “I don’t want to hear a word about my ornaments,” she said when she caught him looking at the tree, a smile playing on his lips. “I didn’t say anything. Did you hear me say anything?” Susan blinked at him. “You were about to critique, I could tell.” “I’m just awed by your creativity, that’s all.” She’d seen a decorating show that used household objects as nontraditional tree decorations and had insisted on trying it herself. So now the tree was bedecked in scarves and belts, earrings and pendants, ribbons and tassels. It looked a little odd, bu
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Susan groaned, rolling her eyes. “First of all, you have to stop calling him that. It’s ridiculous. Secondly, nothing is or was going on between us, okay? He was just helping me set up the Christmas tree. He insists on helping with everything, and I’m too tired to argue. As far as I’m concerned, we’re just friends.”Caroline threw her head back and laughed so hard that a few partygoers turned to glance in their direction.“What’s so funny?” Susan asked, already regretting her decision to confide in Caroline.Lowering her voice but still grinning mischievously, Caroline leaned closer. “You don’t actually believe that, do you?” she asked. “Have you even seen the way Leo looks at you? Or the way you look at him?”Susan froze, her biscuit halfway to her mouth. “How do I look at him?” she demanded, her voice sharper than she intended. Did everyone else see something she didn’t?“The fact that you’re asking that proves my point,” Caroline said, still giggling. She looked far too pleased wit
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The ride back to Susan's apartment had been quiet. They'd left Caroline's party before it ended, and Susan was eager to find out what had suddenly put Leo in such a bad mood. He didn't seem to be in the mood to talk, even when she asked repeatedly if he was alright. Finally giving up, but still worried, Susan sat back in her chair and simply looked out the window. Slowly, her feelings grew from concern to anger, and when they finally got inside her apartment, she was just angry. She began to head straight for her bedroom. It had been such a nice day, she thought, with the Christmas tree shopping, eating and decorating, and now she had no idea what had ruined it. Or what she'd done to ruin it. Leo watched her as she walked away. She looked very sexy in that dress she was wearing. It was a simple gown, but it was also short and looked even shorter due to her pregnant belly. It bared her shoulders and showcased her breasts, while the skirt was decorated with fluffy flowers of fabric.
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“It damn well does!” Leo suddenly roared at her in rebuttal. “If you think I’m likely to stand by and watch now while you get involved with another man, you’ve picked the wrong guy!” Although she was intimidated by his fury, Susan lifted her chin and gave him a freezing look. “It might be your baby but my body is my own and if you had any idea at all of how ordinary people live—which you don’t—you would appreciate that my chances of meeting another man have been seriously damaged by the simple fact that I’m pregnant!” “Why should that matter to you? You’re my woman. Get used to the fact!” Leo grated, outraged that she could talk about her chances of meeting another man, even more enraged that she could even think along such lines. “I’m not your woman. I’m not any man’s woman,” Susan declared. “And I’m not hitching my wagon to yours just because I'm pregnant with your child! That’s not my dream—that’s not what I want out of life!” “Then what the hell do you want from me?” Leo shot
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How was it that he never tired of looking at her? She wasn’t the kind of woman who strutted into a room and stunned every man with her breathtaking beauty. She was much more subtle than that. So soft and feminine, but sturdy somehow. Cute and sassy, and almost wholesome, until she opened her mouth and fired off a dose of attitude. They'd come so far in such a short period of time, and he could admit that her presence in his life had changed him. Made him become a better man, even when he didn't want to. Her quiet, determined nature fascinated him. He’d met more than his share of women over the years, through business or socially, but he couldn’t recall ever knowing anyone quite like her. “Does she kick yet?” he asked suddenly, his voice rough with emotion. Susan’s lips curved into a soft smile. “She has, once or twice. It’s… surprising, in the best way.” She let out a light laugh. His gaze dropped to her stomach, his hands still resting there. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for that,”
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“Alright, Mr. Smooth Talker,” she said, breaking the tension with a grin. “If you’re done charming me, there’s still a sink full of dishes to tackle.”“Yes, ma’am,” Samuel said with a mock salute, though his smile lingered as he returned to the task at hand.As they worked side by side, the easy banter resumed, and Caroline couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Samuel than she’d given him credit for.An hour later, the apartment finally looked presentable again. The countertops were wiped down, the glasses were drying on the rack, and the trash bags were neatly tied and placed by the door. Caroline leaned against the sink, letting out a deep breath as she surveyed their work.“Not bad,” she said, brushing her hands together. “You might have just earned yourself an invitation to my next party.”Samuel chuckled, leaning against the counter opposite her. “I’ll take it. Though, to be fair, I feel like I should get some kind of reward for going above and beyond.
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Leo muttered something under his breath about “too many choices,” but he dutifully grabbed a pack of each size and tossed them into the cart.Next, they headed to the stroller section. Susan examined a sleek, lightweight model, testing how easily it folded. “What do you think of this one?”Leo frowned, leaning down to inspect the wheels. “Is it sturdy enough? What if it hits a bump? Or what if the brakes fail?”“Leo, it’s a stroller, not a tank,” Susan said, suppressing a laugh. “It’ll be fine.”Still, he waved over a salesperson, grilling them on the stroller’s safety features until Susan had to tug him away. “I didn’t know you’d be this protective,” she teased.He glanced at her, his expression softening. “I just want her to be safe, that’s all.”Susan shot him a look, but she said nothing. They chose the stroller and moved on to the cribs. This time, Susan let Leo take the lead as he inspected each one meticulously. After much deliberation, they settled on a white crib with simple,
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He didn’t leave the kitchen, instead leaning against the counter and watching as she worked. “You’re good at this,” he remarked.“Cooking?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.“Yeah. Feels... homey,” he said, his voice quieter now.Susan glanced at him, the weight of his words settling between them. “You don’t cook much, do you?”“Not really,” he admitted.“Well, you'll be doing a lot of it when the baby arrives and starts to eat solid food,” she said, flipping the stir-fry onto a plate. She handed it to him with a grin. “Taste test?”Leo took the plate, grabbing a fork from the drawer. He sampled a bite, his eyes widening slightly. “Not bad, Suzy.”“Not bad?” she repeated, mock-offended.“Alright, fine. It’s really good,” he admitted, smirking.She laughed, taking the plate back to divide into servings for both of them. They sat together at the small dining table, the air between them warm and easy as they ate.For a moment, it felt like they were just a normal couple, preparing for their
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Slowly he rose to his feet. “What a charming idea,” he breathed, his dark brows drawing together as he studied her hectically flushed face and air of decided purpose. Then he stole a fleeting glance down at the narrow gold watch on his wrist. He dealt her a distinctly tense smile. “Unfortunately, I'm afraid you've chosen-----”“I just couldn't wait until you got home,” Susan broke in feverishly, his glance at his watch not having been lost on her and serving merely to stoke her tension to new heights. His black lashes dipped lower over his intent, dark eyes, clear bemusement etched into his rigidity. “Wait for what?” he asked with a dismal lack of comprehension.Susan abandoned the idea of a slow, seductive wriggle and pitched off her coat to grab his attention. “I couldn't wait for you,” she said huskily, and embarked on the buttons of her black, narrowly cut coat-dress.Leo's gaze had whipped over to the coat now lying in a heap and back to her fast. He seemed welded to the floor
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Shaken by the storm she had ignited, the roughness of his strained intonation, she stared at him, devoured by pain.“Why?” Leo repeated fiercely.Because I love you...she wanted to say. “And you're all over Sophie at every hour of the day. She coughs and you can't get there quick enough!” Leo slung from between gritted teeth. “In spite of the fact that we have a nanny with several willing supporters, you install a baby alarm and you get out of my bed to go to her! I'm not even half as important to you. Is that how it's supposed to be?”Very much taken aback, Susan surveyed him with shocked eyes. Evidently the baby alarm in their bedroom was viewed as some kind of ultimate insult. Did he think she was smothering Sophie? Was that what he was saying? That she was threatening to turn into one of those ghastly suffocating mothers one read about?“'I'm sorry if you think I'm taking my responsibilities too seriously.”“If you're that obsessed with babies, why should we wait to extend the fa
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Leo needed sex the way she needed air to breathe, and those needs needed to be met in the marital bed. She was just a body, and if anything had been required to prove that point his silence did so. In this new brave relationship they were trying, lies were no longer permissible, so Leo was not about to tell her how ravishingly irresistible she was. She was fanciable enough to arouse him but that was the height of her pulling power and, with a male as physical as Leo, maybe it didn't even take that much... maybe he just fantasised about somebody else. A choked sob escaped her. He thrust her away from him with positive violence. Her eyes flew open as he threw back the sheet and sprang out of bed.“Leo ... you misunderstood!”He spun back, dealing her an incredulous glance.“I was thinking about something else... It wasn't —I mean…” she stumbled in desperation. The tip of her tongue stole out and darted along her taut lower lip. “I want you,” she whispered finally. Dark eyes held her
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Susan woke up in the middle of the night to take a shower and check on Sophie, after which she went back to bed. When she awakened, little men were morris-dancing inside her thumping head.Thankfully she'd not taken enough alcohol to give her a major hangover, she registered miserably, but she was still a little tired. She slid out of bed and weaved a far from straight passage to the bathroom. A shower would make her feel better. She was emerging from the bathroom, swathed in a towel, white as a ghost and suffering from a raging thirst, when she noticed Leo .“Oh, no,” she mumbled. “Not now.”Leo filled the doorway. She refused to look at him and concentrated on his feet.“Shouldn't you be out working or something?”she whispered.“It's Saturday.”“I thought you went every day.”He certainly hadn't spent any days at home. Her clouded gaze worked up his legs. He was wearing black jeans that hugged his long, lean thighs and narrow hips, and an Aran sweater which accentuated his dark skin
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Leo didn't even try to deny it, “Maybe a little bit,” he replied and shrugged, “Besides, you're at the club. When was the last time you let yourself go,” He was right. It had been a while. After a few seconds, she nodded and Leo didn't hesitate to place the order. The drinks kept coming and as the night went on, the atmosphere lightened. They talked about small, inconsequential things—the music, the crowd, even a particularly flamboyant dancer on the floor below. Susan could slowly feel herself letting go and soon she was laughing heartily at almost everything Leo said. He was clearly enjoying her laughter, because he continued to whisper things in her eyes. Things that sometimes made her laugh and sometimes sent arousal coursing through her veins. It was amazing, and for a brief moment, it almost felt normal, like they weren’t two people locked in a complicated and often contentious marriage. When their glasses were empty again, Leo leaned closer, his eyes intent on hers.“Dance wi
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Susan blinked. So he was serious? Was their marriage even worth celebrating? Out loud, she asked, “Go out? Where?”“Anywhere you want. Just to have some fun.”She narrowed her eyes at him, searching his face for hidden motives. “I’m not really in the mood, Leo.”He shrugged, unfazed. “Then let me change that. How about somewhere familiar? My club, The Summit?”Susan paused. The Summit wasn’t exactly her idea of a relaxing evening, but it was better than sitting in awkward silence at the dining table or a long, restless night alone in her room.After a moment, she sighed. “Fine. I’ll go.”Leo’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he straightened. “Good. Wear the necklace.”Susan hesitated, her hand instinctively brushing against her collarbone. “Why does it matter so much to you?”“It’ll look good on you,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.Her eyes locked with his for a moment, a silent battle of wills passing between them. Finally, she nodded, her voice soft b
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Susan cringed. Leo had strolled out of his bedroom, positively re-energised by the completeness of her surrender. And she had smiled dizzily back at him with what lingering energy remained to her, possessed of an utterly appalling belief that Leo was so incredibly wonderful that she was blessed above all other living women. Passion killed her intelligence. In bed, she didn't think with Leo, she merely functioned like some sort of passion toy, programmed solely to give and receive pleasure. And she didn't think she could blame her response on anything else anymore. It was that simple. She was still madly in love with Leo, falling like a brick from the top of a high building, her feelings rushing faster and faster as she headed for sure and certain devastation when she hit the ground. Now she knew why it hurt when Leo accused her of being a liar. She knew why she hadn't had the strength to fight him off. On a deep atavistic level she wanted Leo any way she could get him.Why? How coul
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“Here I am,” he said with such staggering self-assurance, as if she could not fail to be grateful to win such a prize. “After all, you fought back like an Amazon warrior,” Leo told her thickly, his dark head lowering inch by inch. “You ignored me, you ignored it all and the more you ignored what I was doing, the more I seethed... I discovered that the one thing I cannot stand is to be ignored.”She didn't know what he was talking about. He appeared to be suggesting that her avoidance of him had been part of some sly, manipulative female plot to attract him and his unquenchable ego took to that idea like a duck to water. On the brink of acidly disabusing him of that notion, her parted lips met on a shocking collision course with his.Leo groaned against her mouth and possessed it again with renewed vigour and a force of hunger that ran a scorching blaze of heat right down to her toes and back up again. She fought the effect, concentrating her mind on the picture of herself pregnant and
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Susan reddened but pressed on, her sole ambition to show him that they need not participate in sexual intimacy simply to produce another child. She marvelled that Leo appeared so ignorant of such processes. Then all of a sudden she registered that it was not ignorance that had silenced Leo but a kind of unholy and incredulous fascination backed by rather daunting signs of gathering rage. A dark tide of blood had flushed his features, a tiny muscle tugging relentlessly at the corner of his eloquent mouth.“You have to be out of your mind to suggest such a thing to me!” he told her rawly.“Leo... if we could for once move away from this macho conditioning of yours and talk about this sensibly, you might see that it is actually a very sane solution to the problem.”Leo strode forward and pulled her up out of her seat with two powerful hands. “There's no problem. My children are not going to be conceived in a test tube and that has nothing to do with my "macho conditioning",” he spelt out
