Chapter Thirteen
Anna finished putting together several ideas for the one house, and she was just making herself a hot chocolate when Russ walked in. He’d sent her a text to let her know that he was at the hospital and that Lewis had found the woman he’d been searching for.
From the sorrow on his face, it wasn’t good news.
She walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. “It’s going to be okay. I promise it’s going to be okay.”
He cupped her cheeks like he did back at the office, and claimed her lips in a searing kiss, leaving her breathless.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, breaking away.
“I love you, Anna. I know it hasn’t been long, and I’m not exactly the perfect guy to be married to or to be in love with, but I love you.”
“What?” She had to be dreaming. There was no fucking way this was happening to her.
“Life is too damn short to wait around, and after what I’ve just seen today, I don’t want to wait. I want you, Anna. I want my kid inside you, and I want my ring on your finger. I want you to belong to me.”
“That’s a lot of wants.”
“I always get what I want.” He stroked his thumb across her lips. “I can be the kind of man you want. I love you, Anna.”
“You love me? And you want to marry me, and have kids?”
“Yes.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I love you, too. I love you, and I’ve tried to fight it, and I can’t, and it has been killing me inside that I don’t know how to fight my feelings for you.”
“I want to marry you tonight. I’ve got a private jet. We can go to Vegas right now and get married. I don’t want to wait.”
Anna was led out of the apartment as Russ got on the phone. She really couldn’t believe what was happening. He placed her in the car, and he drove toward his private jet. While they were flying, Russ kept her on his lap, and he refused to leave her alone.
“Marriage to me is not going to be perfect, baby. It’s going to drive you crazy.”
“I can handle crazy.” She kissed his lips. “Are you sure you love me?”
“Yes. I’m sure. I’m surer than anything.”
Later that night, they stood in one of the strip wedding palaces after Russ had bought her a wedding band. They said their vows, and were warned their marriage would be binding in a court of law. Anna offered to sign a pre-nup, and Russ refused.
She didn’t want to have anything to do with his money.
They stayed in Vegas for their honeymoon, and the following morning, Russ called ahead to the club. Richard was the first one to answer.
“Are all the guys there?” Russ asked.
“Lewis is still at the hospital,” Richard said.
“Okay, I’ll call him after. Put me on speakerphone.”
“You’re on.”
“Guys, I’m the first one who has done it. I’ve got an old lady. Anna agreed to marry me, and we’re now in Vegas, and she’s my wife. I trapped her into being my wife.”
Anna groaned and squealed as Russ tackled her to the bed. The phone was near her head, and she listened to them hooting and screaming out their cheers.
“Welcome to the club, Anna,” Richard said.
“Thanks, Richard. This wasn’t my intention, and I offered to sign a pre-nup. I still will. I don’t want his money.” She wanted the man.
“We know that. Have a good honeymoon, and we’ll see you back when you’re ready to come back.”
Russ ended the call and pushed his cell phone off the bed.
“So, I think it’s time I put some more effort into creating those babies I want with you.”
Anna smiled up at him. “This is really what you want?”
“Yes. I’m happy, and I’m in love. There’s nothing I want more than to be with you.” He leaned forward, taking possession of her lips. “I love you, Anna.”
“I love you, too.”
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Richard made his way into his office, and even though one of his brothers was going through hell, he was happy that Russ had found some happiness. The club would always be there for all of them, and he’d seen the way Russ and Anna looked at each other.
They were both in love.
He walked past his PA’s desk to see that it was empty, but her jacket was on the back of the seat.
Temperance was a great PA. The best one he’d had, but he always seemed to be scaring her. She never argued with him, or fought with him. Every day she listened to him rant, rave, and curse about the latest development in his global enterprise.
Entering his office, he took a seat, and within minutes, Temperance was there, serving him morning coffee.
Her hand shook a little as she placed the cup on his desk.
“Good morning, sir,” she said.
“What mail do I have?” he asked.
She was such a pretty thing. Temperance wasn’t a slender woman. He’d heard some of the men around the office refer to her as chunky. She had a nice pair of tits, thick legs, and wide hips.
Richard wasn’t a small man. He was considered a beast of a man at over six foot three. He was also thickly built with lots of muscle. He’d tried to slim down, become less threatening, but it didn’t work. He was built the way he was.
He was referred to in the news columns as the “Billionaire Beast”. He was huge, dominating, and scary, the combination of a beast without the fur. By day he wore a suit, and by night, he was in leather, helping to protect his fellow brothers in the MC.
He wondered what Temperance would think if she knew he was part of an MC. This was why he needed to put a distance between him and Temperance. He was starting to wonder a great many things, and that wasn’t good for him.
Putting a call through to the club, he demanded that Tina get to his office. He needed to relieve the ache in his cock, and she would be the perfect woman to do it.