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We fall silent as we absorb the information and as Titus’s phone rings, we take the opportunity to wrap things up.
As I walk out with Ana, she links her arm in mine and says with a cheeky grin. “I love what you did Valentin. Polly is a darling and marrying her was a stroke of genius, and I envy you.”
“Why?”
“Because you have married for love, not for business. I’m so proud of you for that.”
She leaves me with her words ringing in my ears.
I married for love.
Did I? Is this what this feeling is inside me? She could be right, which raises another question.
If my father loved Veronica so much, why the hell did he marry my mother?
CHAPTER 48
POLLY
Valentin’s room is just like the man. Cool, no frills and so sexy it’s irresistible.
Grace brought me here to freshen up and I’m a lot happier now that I’ve met Valentin’s female family members. I’m not sure I will ever recover from this turbulent week. The week that changed my life and delivered me a dream. I am now Mrs. Valentin Romanov and I never saw that coming when he tossed the weeping rose into my aunt’s open grave.
The door opens and I turn as the man himself enters the room, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“How did it go?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“It was good to pass the burden on to Titus. He thrives on it, whereas I prefer to concentrate on business that I know about, not intrigue and murder.”
“I see.”
I head toward him with a shy smile and as I sling my arms around his neck, I rest my head against his and whisper, “I love your home, Valentin.”
“My home.” He smirks. “You love my home now. Last I heard, it was me you loved.”
“I do.”
I press my lips against his and whisper. “It’s only been a week or so, but you have stolen my soul, Valentin. But I have questions?”
“What questions?”
I detect a hint of apprehension in his voice and I whisper, “What happens when you return to work? Where will we live and where do I fit in?”
“You travel with me, like all my men.”
He chuckles at the anger that must flare in my eyes and as his hand slides down to my ass, he lifts my skirt and runs his hands against the soft skin and says huskily, “You will come with me wherever I go. We are a team, Polly, and your job is as my wife.”
“But I work?” I say horrified, and he nods, his hands exploring the edge of my knickers, pushing them aside and caressing my clit with his thumb.
“You can work anywhere in the world. You told me that already and if you want to work, that’s up to you.”
He bites my ear and I’m desperate to feel him inside me and as he lowers me back onto the bed, he cups my face between his hands and whispers, “Oh, before I forget, I have something I must tell you.”
“What now?”
He pushes two fingers inside me and as they curl around my G-spot, he whispers, “I love you Pollyanna Romanov and I will be doing my darnedest to make another life with you. We will be a family and there is nothing you can do to stop that.”
I swear I come so hard as he hits the spot and as my entire body shakes and my orgasm drenches his fingers, there is only one word that means anything at all.