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Chapter 254
~Octavia~
I stirred slowly, the heavy, exhausting trauma of the previous night finally releasing its grip on my muscles. As my consciousness drifted back to reality, my hand instinctively slid across the soft cotton sheets, seeking the familiar, comforting warmth of my husband’s body.
My fingers met with nothing but cool, empty fabric.
I blinked my eyes open, a slight frown touching my lips as I looked at the vacant side of the bed. For a fraction of a second, a tiny flutter of anxiety flared in my chest, the lingering aftershock of a woman who had almost been shot the night before.
But before the thought could even take root, the bedroom door smoothly swung open.
Franklin stepped into the room, and the sight of him instantly made my breath catch in my throat. The ruthless, untouchable CEO who had flattened the international media layout less than twelve hours ago was wearing nothing but a pair of dark grey sweatpants. His broad, muscular chest was completely bare. In his hands, he carried a large breakfast tray.
"You’re awake," Franklin murmured, his deep baritone rough with sleep, a rare, breathtakingly soft smile curving his lips as his dark eyes locked onto me.
"Franklin," I sat up slowly, smoothing my hair back as I leaned against the plush headboard. "You’re cooking?"
"I told you last night, sweetheart. Starting today, I am spoiling you absolutely silly," he said, walking over and carefully settling the heavy silver tray across my lap.
The scent of food instantly filled the air. There was a perfectly folded, golden-brown herb omelette, fluffy buttermilk pancakes dripping with fresh maple syrup, a bowl of glazed berries, and a glass of chilled, freshly squeezed orange juice.
Before I could even thank him, Franklin sat on the edge of the mattress, leaning over to instantly capture my lips in a slow, deep, and incredibly possessive morning kiss. His hand slid up the back of my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline as he pulled me against him, trailing a row of burning, lingering kisses down my throat until I was breathless and giggling against his skin.
"Franklin, let me eat," I laughed softly, swatting his bare shoulder.
"Not yet," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with a fierce, protective adoration. He reached down to the floor and pulled up a beautifully wrapped, heavy designer box and a sleek, smaller package, placing them right next to the tray. "Open these first."
I looked at him, raised an eyebrow, and carefully opened the smaller box. Inside sat the brand-new iPhone 17, gleaming in a stunning, limited-edition mist blue color.
"Mist blue," I breathed, my fingers tracing the sleek titanium edges. "Franklin, how did you even get this? It was only announced a few months ago."
"I own the logistics network that ships them, Octavia. If my wife wants her favorite color, she gets it," he shrugged effortlessly, as if commanding global technology was a casual Tuesday task. Then, he tapped the larger box. "Now the other one."
I pulled the silk ribbon away, lifting the lid to reveal a Hermès Birkin bag in an identical, exquisite shade of mist blue.
"Franklin..." I looked up, completely stunned by the sheer extravagance.
"Don’t," he interrupted smoothly, his large thumb sliding over my lower lip. "You had a lot to deal with, you protect our legacy, and you are currently carrying our child. You deserve absolutely nothing but the absolute best the world has to offer."
He didn’t even let me pick up my fork. Franklin took the silver utensil, carefully cutting a piece of the fluffy pancake, wrapping it in syrup, and gently lifting it to my lips. He fed me the entire breakfast, bite by bite, completely ignoring my playful protests until the tray was empty.
"Now," Franklin said, setting the tray aside on the nightstand and crawling completely into the bed beside me, his large, warm frame instantly enveloping mine. He pulled the silk duvet up over our shoulders, anchoring his strong arm around my waist so his palm rested directly over the neat curve of my stomach. "Here is the schedule for the next fourteen days. You and I are taking a mandatory two-week leave from the office. We are completely off the grid."
"Two weeks?" I echoed, my heart swelling with a deep, intoxicating sense of freedom. "Where are we going?"
"I have a lot of surprises planned for you, sweetheart," Franklin whispered, his voice dropping into a low, seductive purr as he leaned over me, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intense, burning hunger that made my pulse race. "But first... you are going to enjoy this peace."
His lips slammed back down onto mine, completely silencing any further questions.
The kiss wasn’t gentle anymore. It was deep, heavy, and wildly passionate, the raw release of two people who had survived the absolute brink of destruction and come out victorious.
I slid my hands up his bare, smooth chest, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck as I pulled his massive weight entirely over me. Franklin let out a low, guttural growl against my mouth, his fingers tangling fiercely into my hair as our breathing turned ragged, making out loudly in the quiet,, completely lost in each other.
His lips slammed back down onto mine, completely silencing any further questions.
But even in the heat, his touch remained reverent. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down my throat, whispering against my skin, "I love you, Octavia. More than yesterday, more than this morning. You are my everything." His hands roamed with worshipful slowness, cupping my fuller breasts, thumbs brushing my sensitive nipples until I arched into him with a soft moan. The pregnancy had heightened every sensation, turning each caress into sparks of pure bliss.
"I love you too," I breathed, pulling him closer. "Make love to me, Franklin."
He obliged, kissing every inch of me as he settled between my thighs. When he entered me, it was with one smooth, deep thrust that drew matching gasps from us both.
We moved together in perfect rhythm, unhurried, intimate, his forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked in a gaze that spoke volumes. Every roll of his hips was filled with devotion, his hands cradling my body protectively over our growing child.
"You feel like home," he murmured, voice thick with emotion. "So perfect. So mine."
Tears of overwhelming joy pricked my eyes as pleasure built in waves. I wrapped my legs around him, meeting each thrust with love. "Franklin... I’m so close."
"Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you." His pace deepened just enough, one hand slipping between us to circle my clit with tender precision. The orgasm washed over me like warm sunlight, intense yet beautiful.
I cried out his name in a loud, ecstatic scream that echoed through the penthouse, my body pulsing and squirting in powerful, loving release around him. He followed moments later, groaning my name as he spilled deep inside me, holding me through every trembling aftershock.
We stayed joined, foreheads touching, exchanging soft kisses and whispered promises. "This is our new beginning," he said, stroking my hair. "Just us. Forever."
In his arms, with the golden light bathing our skin, I felt utterly cherished, safe, and blissfully complete.
Chapter 255
~Franklin~
I had planned out another surprise for today. I had ordered the complete closure of L’Enfant Doré, Manhattan’s most exclusive luxury baby boutique. The heavy glass doors were locked to the public, the blinds drawn to shield us from the paparazzi, and the entire staff stood at a respectful distance.
Today was entirely about my wife.
I stood near the center of the showroom. Octavia moved through the aisles of cashmere blankets, imported wooden toys, and delicate silk garments like a goddess entirely at peace.
She was wearing the soft, oversized sweater I loved so much, the fabric draping beautifully over the undeniable, swelling curve of her stomach. The faint, rosy flush of pregnancy warmed her cheeks, and a soft, radiant smile played on her lips as she ran her fingers over a set of tiny, hand-knit socks.
Seeing her like this, safe, glowing, and deeply maternal, sent a fierce, possessive ache straight through my chest. Looking at her now, picking out baby clothes with a look of pure joy, I knew I would burn the entire world down a thousand times over just to keep that smile on her face.
"Franklin, look at this," she called softly, holding up a tiny, incredibly soft plush bear. "Do you think it’s too small?"
"I think we should buy the entire shelf," I replied, my voice a low, warm rumble as I walked up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back flush against my chest, and rested my chin on the crown of her head. "Whatever you want, sweetheart. The entire store is yours."
She giggled, a breathless, beautiful sound that vibrated against my chest.
Suddenly, the sharp chime of the front door shattered the quiet intimacy of the room.
My head snapped up instantly, my relaxed posture turning into rigid, impenetrable stone. The boutique manager gasped, rushing forward apologetically as a man pushed his way past the private security velvet ropes.
I recognized him immediately. It was Luis De’Mont, an arrogant, loud-mouthed commercial real estate mogul who had recently inherited his father’s portfolio. He had an appointment scheduled for after our private booking, but clearly, the entitled bastard thought the rules didn’t apply to him.
"I don’t care if the store is closed, I just need to pick up a registry gift—" He started, his loud voice cutting off abruptly as he looked up and realized exactly who was standing in the center of the room.
He saw me. But then, his gaze shifted.
He looked at Octavia.
His eyes widened slightly, completely ignoring the massive diamond on her finger and the fact that she was wrapped in my arms. His gaze shamelessly dragged down the length of her body, lingering with a filthy look. He didn’t look away. He actually had the audacity to let a slow, arrogant smirk touch his lips as his eyes raked over my pregnant wife.
"Excuse me for a moment, sweetheart," I murmured to Octavia, my voice entirely calm, betraying absolutely nothing to her.
I released her waist and stepped forward. Luis’ smirk faltered as I stopped barely an inch from his face. I towered over him, using every ounce of my height and my dominance to completely threaten his space.
"Mr. Flemington, I—" Luis started, taking a nervous half-step backward as the temperature in the room plummeted to absolute zero.
"Keep your voice down," I whispered. It was a low, terrifyingly quiet command, laced with a venom so pure it made the blood drain entirely from his face. I leaned down, my dark eyes boring into his terrified pupils. "If your eyes linger on my wife for one single fraction of a second longer, I will not just blind you. I will tear apart your entire inherited real estate portfolio. I will strip your family name down to the studs, bankrupt your holdings by tomorrow morning, and ensure you spend the rest of your miserable life begging for scraps on the street. Do you understand me?"
Luis began to shake visibly. The arrogant mogul was completely gone, replaced by a trembling, terrified boy who had just realized he stepped into the cage with a monster.
"I-I’m sorry," he stammered, his voice cracking violently. "I apologize. I’ll leave."
"Get out of my sight," I commanded softly.
Luis didn’t even turn around. He scrambled backward, practically tripping over his own expensive loafers as he shoved the glass door open and fled away.
I took a slow, deep breath, smoothing down the lapels of my dark jacket. I completely shoved the dark, violent alpha instincts back into their cage and turned around. When I looked back at Octavia, my expression was entirely soft again. She was looking at me with a raised eyebrow, a small, knowing smile on her lips.
"Everything alright over there, husband?" she asked.
"Just a minor scheduling error," I replied smoothly, walking back to her side and kissing her temple. "Are we ready for the next surprise?"
I didn’t let the pathetic interruption affect the rest of our morning. My security detail loaded the mountain of luxury baby purchases into the second SUV, and I guided Octavia back into our car.
I gave a silent nod to the driver, and we headed out of the chaotic, claustrophobic grid of Manhattan. We drove for less than an hour, heading toward a highly exclusive, heavily wooded enclave not far from our current estate. The trees parted, revealing a massive, towering set of wrought-iron gates bearing a custom crest.
"Franklin," Octavia breathed, her eyes widening as the gates silently swung open, revealing a winding, perfectly manicured driveway. "Where are we?"
"Our current estate is beautiful, Octavia, but after everything that happened... I realized it wasn’t enough," I explained, my voice steady as the Maybach pulled up to the front of a breathtaking, sprawling modern mansion. It was a masterpiece of architectural security and luxury stone, floor-to-ceiling reinforced glass, surrounded by acres of private, impenetrable land.
I turned to her, reaching into my inside jacket pocket, and pulled out a heavy, sealed legal envelope, placing it gently into her lap. "I commissioned this property months ago in absolute secret. It is equipped with military-grade biometric security, entirely off the public grid. And the deed... is entirely in your name."
Octavia stared at the envelope, her lips parting in absolute shock. "My name?"
"It is yours. A fortress for my queen," I murmured. I didn’t wait for her to process it. I stepped out of the car, walked around to her door, and opened it. Before she could even step onto the pavement, I leaned in and effortlessly scooped her up into my arms, carrying her bridal-style.
"Franklin, I can walk!" she laughed, wrapping her arms securely around my neck as I carried her up the grand, sweeping stone steps.
"Not across this threshold," I insisted, my chest swelling with absolute pride as I pushed the massive double oak doors open.
The foyer was spectacular, flooded with natural light, but I didn’t stop to show her the grand staircases or the living spaces. I carried her directly down the right wing of the estate, stopping in front of a room. I gently set her down on her feet, keeping one arm securely wrapped around her waist.
"Open it," I whispered against her ear.
Octavia reached out, her hands trembling slightly, and pushed the doors open.
She gasped, her hands instantly flying to cover her mouth.
It was the nursery. But it wasn’t just any room. I had flown in the finest interior designers in Europe to build a breathtaking, custom-designed masterpiece.
"Franklin..." Octavia whispered, her voice breaking completely. She stepped into the center of the room, spinning slowly to take in the sheer, overwhelming love poured into every single square inch of the space.
When she turned back to me, thick, heavy tears of pure joy were spilling over her eyelashes, tracing down her radiant cheeks. She didn’t say another word. She practically threw herself into my arms.
I caught her instantly, wrapping my arms entirely around her frame and pulling her flush against me. I buried my hands in her hair, tilting her head up, and brought my lips down onto hers. The kiss was deep, consuming.
As our lips moved perfectly together in the center of the ash-colored nursery, the baby gave a sudden, strong kick right against my stomach.
I pulled back just an inch, resting my forehead against hers, my breathing ragged.
"Are you ready for our vacation now, Mrs. Flemington?" I whispered, my thumb gently wiping away her happy tears.
"Take me away, husband," she smiled, her eyes shining with pure, absolute love. "I am entirely yours."
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