Rosalind arrived home in the early hours of the morning.
She scheduled a courier pickup, took a shower, and collapsed into a heavy sleep.
She woke to find Christopher buttoning his dress shirt, his back to her.
Rosalind frowned, confused. “You… slept here last night?”
Christopher chuckled softly. “What kind of question is that? When have I not come home?”
“But I thought you would be…”
“You would be spending the night elsewhere with your girlfriend,” she thought.
Christopher suddenly closed the distance, pinning her beneath him.“Or… were you waiting up for me last night.. to make a baby?”
The last words were a hot murmur against her lips.
His kiss came down hard, clearly intending more than a simple peck.
Rosalind shoved against his chest with surprising force.“Get off me.”
Christopher lifted himself slightly, his eyes still clouded with desire.“What’s wrong?”
“I…” Rosalind began.
Brrrring!
The phone shrilled.
Rosalind snatched it up.“Yes, speaking. You’re already here? Okay, I’ll be right down.”
She pushed Christopher aside and scrambled out of bed.
The interruption annoyed him.“Who the hell is calling you this early? And it’s a man?”
Rosalind’s expression tightened as she pulled on a robe.“Shouldn’t you be heading to the office?”
“You forgot? I told Joshua yesterday that I’m taking the week off. I’m staying home. With you.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need you here.”
Christopher stood and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pressing light kisses along the nape of her neck.“How are we supposed to make that baby without me?”
His grip tightened possessively, leaving no doubt about his meaning.
Irritation flared in Rosalind. She pushed harder against him.“Let me go.”
Christopher mistook it for playful resistance. He cupped her chin, turning her face towards him for another kiss.“Not a chance,” he murmured against her mouth.
“I said, let go!”
With a burst of unexpected strength, Rosalind wrenched herself free.
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Christopher stared, stunned. His arms remained frozen in the air, but confusion and displeasure darkened his eyes. “Rosa. What the hell is going on with you?”
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Rosalind turned away, smoothing her blouse. “Nothing. I scheduled a courier. I don’t want to keep him waiting.”
Downstairs, the courier stood awkwardly in the living room, ushered in by Liza.
Seeing Rosalind descend, the young man stood up nervously.“Ms. Johansen? You have items for pickup?”
Rosalind nodded. “Follow me.”
She led the way back upstairs, the courier trailing behind her into the master bedroom.
Christopher leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze instantly hostile as it landed on the stranger. “Who let you in here? Get out!”
The courier flinched.“Ms. Johansen said…”
“I did,” Rosalind stated calmly. She walked to the walk–in closet and pulled open the door. Turning to the courier, she gestured inside. “These boxes here. Please weigh them.”
Christopher’s eyes darted from the neatly stacked boxes to the suddenly cavernous space in the closet. His brow furrowed.“Rosa? Where are your clothes?”
Rosalind pointed wordlessly at the boxes.
“You packed your clothes? You’re leaving?”
Christopher straightened abruptly. He gripped her shoulders. “Rosa! Where are you going?”
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