The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife

Chapter 23

ROOSEVELT’S POV

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the master bedroom, warming my skin.

I sat at the edge of the bed, holding a small white box in my hands. I carefully lifted the lid and gazed at the little knitted baby socks inside. A smile spread across my face.

For the first time in weeks, I felt peace in my heart.

Zyran had promised me. He looked me in the eyes on that bridge and said he was sending Mina away forever.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

My heart soared, I quickly placed the lid back on the box and tucked it away in my nightstand drawer. I stood up, smoothed my robe, and walked out of the bedroom.

I reached the staircase just as the doors opened.

"Zyran!" I called out, a bright smile on my face.

Zyran stepped into the house in his suit, although he had removed his tie. He looked tired, with faint dark circles under his eyes, but when he noticed me standing on the stairs, his face softened.

He didn't say anything, he dropped his briefcase on the marble floor and hurried up the stairs.

When he reached me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close to his chest. He buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. He smelled like fresh soap and mint, he must have stopped by his office gym to shower before coming home.

"I missed you," Zyran whispered against my skin. His grip was tight, almost desperate, as if he feared I would disappear.

"You were only gone for the night," I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck. I leaned back slightly to meet his eyes. "Is it done?"

"It is done," he said smoothly. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "She is gone, Roosevelt and she is never coming back. It is just you and me now."

A wave of relief washed over me. I let out a happy breath and hugged him again.

"Go get dressed," Zyran murmured, kissing my forehead. He pulled back and gave me a handsome, breathtaking smile. "Put on something comfortable but beautiful, I am taking my wife out on a date."

"A date?" I asked, my eyes widening in surprise. "But it’s Tuesday morning. Don’t you have board meetings?"

"I canceled them," Zyran replied simply. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "I am the CEO. I can do whatever I want and today, all I want is to spend time with you."

An hour later, we sat in the back of his convertible, driving down the highway. The wind blew through my hair, the ocean sparkled beside us.

Zyran had rented out an entire private beach club just for the two of us. There were no bodyguards hovering over us, there were no paparazzi hiding in the bushes, it was completely private.

We walked barefoot on the warm sand. Zyran held my hand the entire time. We laughed as the cold ocean waves crashed against our feet. We sat under a large white cabana, eating fresh seafood and drinking water.

He was perfect, he listened to me talk about my design idea, he made me laugh until my stomach hurt. Every time I looked up, I caught him staring at me with pure adoration. His eyes shone with so much love that it made my heart race.

"You are so beautiful," Zyran whispered, reaching across the table to trace my bottom lip with his thumb. "I don’t tell you that enough."

"You are doing a pretty good job today," I smiled, leaning into his touch.

As the sun began to set, Zyran stood up and pulled me into his arms. We danced slowly on the beach to the sound of the waves. I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

This is it, I thought happily. This is the man I married.

By the time we returned to the mansion, the sky was completely dark.

Zyran didn’t let me walk up the stairs. As soon as the door closed, he scooped me into his arms. I gasped, laughing as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Zyran, put me down!" I giggled.

"Never," he growled playfully,

He carried me all the way to the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind us. The only light came from the moonlight shining through the windows.

He let my legs slide slowly down his body until my feet touched the floor. But he didn't let me go, he backed me gently against the edge of the bed.

Zyran reached up and gently cupped my face. He looked at me as if I were the most precious thing in the entire world.

"I love you, Roosevelt," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I breathed out.

He leaned down and captured my lips. The kiss was slow and incredibly deep. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me with a slow, intoxicating rhythm that made my knees weak.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

Zyran groaned softly against my mouth. His hands slid down my back, finding the zipper of my dress. With one smooth motion, he pulled the zipper down, the fabric slipped off my shoulders and pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but underwear.

The cool night air hit my skin, but Zyran’s body was like hot.

He stepped back just enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. His abs gleamed in the moonlight.

He looked down at my body, his eyes darkened with pure hunger. He took his time, tracing the curve of my waist with his fingertips, sending shivers down my spine.

"You are perfect," he murmured, dropping to his knees in front of me.

I gasped as his lips pressed against my stomach. He kissed the soft skin right above my navel, unaware of the tiny life growing inside me. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as his mouth trailed lower, open-mouthed kisses against my thighs.

"Zyran," I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

He stood back up, he gently pushed my shoulders, guiding me backward until I fell onto the bed.

He followed me down, covering my body with his weight.

The heat between us was electric. Zyran kissed my neck, his teeth gently grazing my collarbone, making me arch my back with a soft moan. His hands explored every inch of my body, touching me as if I were glass, yet holding me with a grip that said I belonged entirely to him.

When he finally pushed inside me, a loud, ragged gasp escaped my lips.

Zyran froze, his muscles tensed, letting my body adjust to his thick d**k. He rested his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy and rough.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his eyes searching mine.

"Yes," I breathed out, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Please, Zyran."

He didn’t need to be told twice, he began to move.

His thrusts were slow at first, deep and agonizingly sweet. But as my nails dug into his back and my soft moans filled the quiet room, his control started to slip. His thrusts grew faster, harder in my p***y.

I clung to him, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure. Every time he moved, he whispered my name like a prayer. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, my jaw, pouring all of his love into every single touch.

"Mine," Zyran growled roughly, his pace turning frantic as we both reached the edge. "You are mine, Roosevelt."

"Yours," I cried out, my body shattering into a million pieces.

Zyran let out a deep, guttural shout, burying his face in my neck as his own release crashed over him. He collapsed against me, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

He rolled to the side, pulling me tightly against his chest. He wrapped the blankets around us, kissing the top of my head.

I rested my hand flat against his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat slow down. I closed my eyes, a happy, contented smile spread on my face.

Everything was perfect, the past was behind us.

And I finally have him all to myself.