Chapter 57 - Without Delay (1/2)

Emily and Wyatt's Villa

Miles away from Rockaway Tower, Wyatt entered his home and immediately caught sight of Emily laying still on the dinner table. He pushed his brogue shoes off his feet one after the other and tiptoed his way to the dining area.

Rubbing his hands together, excitement painted his face as the thought of devouring his lady tonight sent a rush of adrenaline down his pants.

However, his excitement turned into concern and the smile on his face fell once he saw Emily, who looked drop-dead gorgeous with the set of lingerie that barely covered anything, was sleeping soundly without a care in the world, shivering against the cold dinner table.

He surveyed the area and saw scattered food on the floor and the table with some rolls squished under her.

”Honey, I'm home,” Wyatt cooed, scraping the food from Emily's body, and tasting one roll that lay on her c.h.e.s.t. He gingerly scooped her up and transported her to their bedroom. After laying her down on the bed, he went to the en suite and stepped out with a washcloth to wipe down her body to clean her, covering her up to the neck with a duvet thereafter.

He lingered for a while and watched her sleep, her little nuances like how her nose twitch now and then warmed his soul.

He looked back to his earliest memory of her and could not help but grin. Their story was akin to that of childhood frenemies turned lovers and one would not believe that they would be the end game.

End game.

The word wrapped his heart like crawling veins. Fragrant. Inviting. He wanted them to tie the knot soon but something was holding him back.

Frisking his suit jacket, he took a black velvet box from his pocket and rolled it in his palm. Looking at her, Wyatt felt his heart pricked with pins and needles. He knew she was waiting for him to propose too. Helpless, he took a sharp breath, hiding his little box back in his pocket and went to the en suite to shower and change.

'What's wrong, honey?' she wondered when she couldn't fit the pieces together why Wyatt looked that way.

After a few minutes, the en suite door opened and Emily shut her eyes, pretending to be asleep. Wyatt rounded to his side of the bed and joined Emily under the sheets and spooning her in a tight and insecure hug.

In the dark, Emily could feel Wyatt's presence yet she knew his mind was elsewhere when he huffed and started rubbing circles on her h.i.p.s. She stirred in the bed to distract him, and nuzzled her head on his c.h.e.s.t. Slowly, Wyatt's breathing changed from ragged to deep and steady, until Emily couldn't feel the rise and fall of his c.h.e.s.t – a sign that he was fast asleep.

Though tempted to see what he bought for her, what mattered to her now was if he would ever propose after seeing his hesitation.

'But why?' she wondered.

She stayed in her spot, running her hand on Wyatt's back as she thought to herself how she would go back to sleep now.

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Lin Ancestral House

Ava tiptoed to Oliver's study, her short and shaky breaths a telltale sign of her nervousness. Through their years together, she never initiated lovemaking with her husband for the sole reason that she was clueless. Yep, Oliver popped her cherry and was the only man she ever had her entire life and the closer she was to his study, the faster her heart pounded on her c.h.e.s.t.

She would take control and make this night one for the books.

She entered the study and closed the door behind her. The air around her cracked and sizzled as she sauntered that Oliver was taken aback, reclining his leather chair at a safe angle.

Without delay, Ava straddled herself on his l.a.p and took his hands.

”What the heck?” Oliver held his breath when the click of the handcuffs caught him by surprise. The fluffy fur tickled his wrist and his little man had the biggest reaction of them all. Ava successfully handcuffed his hands behind his back.

Grunts and mewls filled the study that the two didn't notice the door creaking open. They were almost at their peak when Ava bolted from her position when she heard tiny little footsteps come closer to their direction but was too late.

Crying, with snoot falling from his tiny button nose, Finn asked, ”Mommy! Why are you hurting Daddy?”

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