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EMMA
The talk with Christopher’s daughters had gone just about the way I had thought it would. They looked at me with hate in their brilliant blue eyes. They thought I’d gotten pregnant on purpose just to get their father’s money. None of it surprised me. But it hurt, nonetheless.
Christopher took me to his bedroom afterward. He held my hand as he opened the door to the giant room. “And this is your new bedroom, Emma.”
Masculinity being the central theme, the room had dark brown leathers combined with creamy fabrics that covered the furnishings. The oversized four-poster king bed had a thick coffee-colored comforter and four long fluffy pillows. “This is nice.”
Pulling me inside, he closed the door behind us. “I want you to add your own touch in here, too, baby. Add some of yoursel
