She burst into tears and threw herself in his arms! He did not know what to do at first, but after a while, he folded his arms around her heaving body. He waited until the crying had stopped and she lifted her head to look at him, her green eyes brilliant with unshed tears and her lips parted. “I am sorry,” she said huskily. “It’s just that seeing them together like that tore me apart.”
“I understand,” he told her huskily, his eyes caught as her tongue wet her bottom lip.
“Oh, William, I am so lonely,” she murmured, and with that, she slid into his arms and took his lips with hers!
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He went to the bathroom to clean himself up, a satisfied smile on his face.
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“I need to be active,” Carrie said stubbornly as she faced her husband in the bedroom one night in December. She hated the social scene where people just stood around and bi*ched about what the other person was wearing.
“You are active,” Patrick told her mildly, looking up from a document he was perusing. She had started showing more, and the strawberry lace nightgown she was wearing showed up her little baby bump charmingly. Her hair was curled around her face and onto her shoulders. The magazines had a love relationship with her referring to her as the waitress-turned-heiress and loved to photograph her.
“I need to do something else other than sucking up to rich women who sit on their collective asses and discuss what the latest fashion rave is and who is screwing who,” she told him heatedly.
He put aside the document he was reading and looked at her with open amusement. She was beautiful and feisty and did not give a damn who she offended when she opened her mouth. She had no part in realizing that discretion is the better part of valor.
“So, who is screwing whom?” he asked her lazily.
“What?” She looked at him with furrowed brows.
“I take it you are privy to the latest gossip, so I am asking who is screwing around.”
She glowered at him and drew in a deep breath. “As long as it is not you, I don’t give a crap.”
“Darling, as much as I admire your waspishness, it is going to get you into trouble,” he drawled in amusement.
“I tell it like I see it,” she said with a shrug as she made her way towards the bed. “I need something to do, Patrick.”
He plumped up his pillow and put his hands behind his head as he turned to look at her. “Copeland wives are never gainfully employed, my sweet.” He released one hand to trail down her cheek slowly. “They have enough on their plates as it is with playing hostess and keeping the husband happy in the bedroom.”
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Carrie boxed his hand away from her face in irritation. “I am not your usual Stepford wife, darling, so please bear that in mind.”
He looked at her quizzically. “Okay, how about I find you something in PR? Marion, the head of the department, is going on leave for two months and that should bring you up to the time for you to sit home and relax and wait for the arrival of our bundle of joy.”
“I get full salary and benefits,” she said firmly.
“You are already the wife of the vice president, so I don’t think it would be fair.” He was openly amused now.
“Full salary, Patrick, and that’s my final offer,” she said firmly.