Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two
Malachi's POV
She was still in my arms, her head resting on my chest, our breathing finally returning to normal. We were partially dressed, clothes hastily pulled back on but still disheveled, evidence of what we'd just done written all over both of us. My shirt was unbuttoned, her dress only half-zipped, her hair a mess that I'd caused with my hands.
I didn't want to move. Didn't want this moment to end. Because once we left this office, once we went back to the mansion, we'd have to pretend again. Have to act like nothing had changed, like we hadn't just crossed every line that existed between us.
I was done pretending. Done hiding. I needed to make real moves, actual steps toward making her mine permanently. Divorce Travis, marry her, make it impossible for anyone to question who she belonged to.
Mine. She was mine. And everyone needed to understand that.
