Page 137 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
“So, tell me, why did you run away?” Ethan circles back to the original topic.
“Um, the deadline was expiring—”
“I know when the deadline expired, and so did you, for weeks before you left, and you did nothing. Something else made you leave, and you said it wasn’t the pregnancy. Why did you run?”
Yep. I’m cornered now.“Actually,” I say in a small voice, “I found out you were in Prague, not Munich, and I saw Elsa…only, and don’t be mad, Ethan, I didn’t realize that she was Ingrid’s daughter.”
“You’ve seen pictures of Elsa before,” he says, a confused expression pinching his brow.
“Yeah, but Twiggy showed me one of her model photos. She didn’t look like Elsa. I thought she was…one of your blondes.”
“Wow, love…”
“I know, I’m sorry. I should have known better. I was reeling from finding out I was pregnant, and Twiggy is usually spot on with his information. Actually, he was, he just didn’t dig deep enough to see your connection.”
Cupping his cheek, I stare deep into his eyes. “But I take complete ownership of my actions. I should have trusted you because you gave me no reason not to. I love you, and I trust you, Ethan. From now on, no more running.”
“Wow, look at my Bonnie, getting all sappy and loose-tongued over me. We should spank you more often,” he teases.
“Shut up. I hate it, it’s disgusting.”
“What, the spanking?”
“I’m not saying anything else.”
His chest rumbles with laughter.
“Ethan, Stella told me what happened in Munich. About how you got on that first flight,” I say.
He shrugs. “Well, I’m fucking crazy about you, too, you know.”.
“I suppose you know why I left for Dublin?”
“Your mother? Yes, you told me. Stella also called me from Vancouver.”
“So, you knew I was coming?” I question. Here I was, thinking he didn’t know.
“Oh, yes. She called me as soon as you got on the flight here and told me everything. Your mother and I spoke, too.”
I’m not even surprised with Stella at this point. That sneaky woman. I knew there was another reason she chose to stay back in Vancouver.
“So, what do you think about my mom being back in my life?” I’ve been wanting to get his opinion about this for what seems like forever.
“I didn’t think I could love or admire you more, Bonnie. Your capacity to forgive is astounding. I don’t know that if my mother ever came back now, I’d give her the time of the day. And before you say that it’s not the same, it is. Actually, your treatment was worse because I was abandoned to a loving father and a brother. You were simply abandoned.”
His words are like the softest feathers running down my spine. I burrow closer to him, reveling in his praise. I know if he says more that I’ll get hornier than I already am, even after two orgasms.
“Well, don’t speak too soon. That forgiveness doesn't extend to my father or the bullshit Sect.”
I tell him what Twiggy and I have planned so far.
“That’s a decent plan. I should set up a meeting with Twiggy. I’ve also got a few ideas on how we could make this a bigger blowout and ensure that the Sect is well and truly screwed. We don’t want the cult to ever be able to recover and regroup, now do we?”
“No, we don’t,” I agree.
Stella has it right on the money. Having the ability to fuck shit up has to be top on the list for decent husband material.
“Why don't we take this home in the meantime?” I make a small sound of protest as he starts to withdraw. He stops.