Chapter 178
Lounging in between Jake’s legs on the huge sofa in the family room feels amazing after the events of
the day before, my head against his chest as he concentrates on a document in his hand and strokes
my hair and neck with the other. I’m attempting to read a book, but the sheer blissfulness of our
morning has me daydreaming idly instead. Every so often he nts a kiss on top of my head before
turning his papers and silently focusing back on work; he’s reading through contracts for something I’ve
no idea about.
When did this happen? When did I be so disconnected from the business side that I don’t even
know what Jake’s reading through anymore?
I realize it doesn’t bother me at all, I likeying here detached from work while he still keeps tabs on
things going on in his empire. I’m in danger of bing a kept girlfriend at this rate and I’m not sure
how I feel about it right now.
The maides in a little after ten and leaves us a fresh tray of coffee and bagels. We were up early
for breakfast, revived, even with ack of sleep. Both in the happiest of
moods and yful, tickling, and y fighting as we walked through the house.
Jake sighs heavily.
“This is the agreement with Marissa.” He strokes my face again as he feels me tense up. “I called the
legal team and requested a new meeting to discuss the DNA test and some other minor details in the
draft Marissa’swyer sent me.”
I curl around to my side, so I can look up at him, he smiles when we lock eyes.
That beautiful face.
“You look rxed today.” Leaning down he kisses my nose bringing out a smile in me, despite his
mention of her.
“I feel it.” I sigh and tug the corner of his document held slightly to the side. “What details?” I remind
him of his topic. He sighs heavily.
“I’m refusing to fly to LA every month for sses. She’s nomitments like I do, it makes more sense
if she relocates to New York until after the birth. That way I can fit her into my schedule and not vice
versa.” I look at the paper rather than at him, aware how much it still aches to talk about this and
swallow it down. I know he has to go to LA again soon for the first of the maternity meets, but with
things still in limbo he’s refused to do anything until this is settled. My hatred for her never ceases to
eat at me.
“Why is she making this more awkward?” I ask finally once I have my emotions fully under control.
“Marissa likes to think she’s in control, she likes to y stupid games.” I watch his mouth and inwardly
nche. I wonder if Marissa’s games were the start of Jake’s need to always have the upper hand. He
has no idea how ironic his statement is.
“She wants you to jump through hoops and agree to anything she decides?” I push my other thoughts
away. Trying so hard tomit to talking about this; he obviously wants to.
“I guess … She doesn’t know me very well then does she, bambino?” He winks at me and despite
myself, I smile. It’s true, she’s no idea what she ising up against in him. He isn’t a fifteen-year-old
boy anymore and if she hasn’t really known him as he grew up then she is about to get a rude
awakening.
Jake will wipe the floor with you, sweetie!
“No, she doesn’t.” I admit with a degree of somberness which makes him frown at me, he leans down
giving me an almost upside-down kiss on the mouth, sticking his tongue in unexpectedly and then
licking my chin yfully. I squeal in disgust and wriggle to get free, trapped in his muscr arm. He
nibbles my cheek before releasing me and hauling me up against him from where I slid down. Grinning
at me. Despite the shitty topic of conversation, he’s been yful all morning and that little maneuver
just one of many simr since dawn. He''s in affection overdrive to make up for yesterday.
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“I’m done with negotiating with her, most of her demands are in stupid … She’s acting like a woman
in a rtionship.” He closes the papers and throws them onto a nearby table with a dramatic inhale.
“It’s not even close to what I’ll agree to.”
“I thought you sorted things out when you flew out there?” I nestle my head in his neck again, a little
less likely to run and hide with the topic being opened again, adamant I need to try to face this.
Knowing how he really feels about all of it has helped me, taken some of the sting out of it. Or maybe I
am just starting to get used to the idea that this is happening after all.
“We did, to an extent … The basics were agreed on. Marissa keeps adding demands anytime we get
close to signing and now she wants me to spend a weekend a month in her condo with her, going to
maternity and parenting sses. Plus, an additional day, every two weeks, going to some bonding shit
so that we will work together for the sake of the baby. I don’t know what she’s been smoking but she
can forget it.” He wraps both arms around me tightly and squeezes me hard.
“Sounds like she just wants excuses to have you with her.” I pout jealously, anger overtaking me and
filling my stomach with a heavy knot of hatred.
“Well, she can try.” He lifts me up, sliding his legs under me so I’m sitting on him instead, my head just
slightly higher than his. I open my legs to sit morefortably on top of him, still being spooned by his
body.
“Are you going toe with me this time?” his serious tone and despite really trying to agree, I shake
my head. I still can’t do this. He sighs but says nothing.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, leaning my head back against his cheek, heavy with overwhelming guilt but I just
can’t, it’s still too soon, too raw for me.
“I understand, bambino … If it were a role reversal, I wouldn’t be able to handle it either.” He hugs me
tight before getting up and sliding me onto the couch.
“I need to go make some calls; I’ll be in our room if you want me.” He leans down and kisses me on the
mouth before turning and lifting a coffee and a bagel. “Go roam the gardens or take a swim, no one
shows face until noon around here on weekends.” He walks off and throws me back a smile with a glint
of wicked in it. “Or maybee see me in a little while and I’ll upy you.” With a wink he’s gone, and
I’m left toy back on the cream plush settee and stretch out like a satisfied cat.
* * *
I end up taking a walk in the gardens and gazing at the view of the distant shoreline visible from the
Carrero home. It’s peaceful and sunny despite thete season, the view is so beautiful and calming. I’m
surprised to hear footsteps lightlying up behind me and turn in curiosity, a smile breaking across
my face as Sophiees running toward me at full pelt with a massive grin on her face. Turning with
complete joy I grin right back and am soon met with the crushing hug of an overexcited teenager.
“Oh, my god, it’s so good to see you again.” She gushes, looking every bit the pampered and tanned
socialite, a far cry from the skinny tomboy in oversized clothes of weeks ago. My heart swells at the
sight of her.
“You look so healthy and happy.” I hold back the emotions that threaten up inside of me, hugging her
back with equal force. Tears brimming in my eyes; she looks so good it’s painful. Happiness bursting
out of me in every direction. That tawny hair is highlighted and silky in a plumper face, deliciously
tanned, and sporting hints of make-up.
“I can’t ever thank you and Jake enough for the way my life has turned out, Emma. I can’t believe
you’re actually here. I almost died of happiness when I got Jake’s text.” She releases me, raking me
over with appreciation, obvious she can see the change in me just like everyone else.
“I’m happy to hear you’re doing so well here, Sophie. I must say, you lookpletely different.” I lift her
hand and make her twirl under my arm, all skinny jeans and ttering sparkly T-shirt with a cheeky
logo, her body fuller from a better living, losing the unhealthy gauntness of Chicago.