Nic’s POV
The morning sun spilled through the curtains, landing across her face. She looked peaceful—too peaceful for someone who stormed in last night demanding I let her go.
I chuckled at the memory. Let her go? Never. She may never be my wife, never have a “future” with me in the way she dreams, but she’s mine. My baby’s mother. My obsession. I don’t share what’s mine.
“Morning, baby,” I murmured.
Her eyes opened, sharp and furious. She glared at me, still burning with last night’s anger.
She sat up and swung her legs off the bed. “Don’t call me that.”
“Easy…” I warned.
“f**k off, Nic.”
I smirked. Her fire always made me want her more. “Get ready. We have somewhere to be.”
Her brows arched with suspicion. “Where?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“I hate surprises.” She rolled her eyes, bu
