“Yes, you can.” His voice was firm but gentle. “I don’t want you to need anything, Truth. Especially not while you’re pregnant.”
I took the envelope with shaking hands.
Opened it.
There had to be at least ten thousand dollars inside.
“Kaisen, this is too much!”
“It’s not.” He stepped closer. “Go buy yourself a new pregnancy wardrobe or something. Get whatever you need. I just want you to be comfortable.”
My eyes burned.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I care about you.” He said it so simply. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “And I want you to know that.”
I didn’t know what to say.
So, I just stepped forward and hugged him.
He wrapped his arms around me immediately, pulling me close.
And Imelted.
God, I melted.
His body was solid and warm, and he smelled so good. For a moment, I let myself justbe held.
Let myself feel safe.
Let myself feel wanted.
“Thank you,” I whispered against his chest.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
I pulled back slightly to look up at him.
His eyes were dark. Intense.
And then he kissed me.
Deep. Slow. Sensual.
His hand came up to cup the back of my head, his fingers threading through my freshly done hair. His other hand settled on my lower back, pulling me closer.
I kissed him back without thinking.
Without hesitating.
My body responded immediately—heat flooding through me, my pussy clenching, reminding me that I hadn’t had dick inmonths.
And God, I wanted it.
Wantedhim.
Wanted to feel something other than confused and stressed and caught between two men who both made me feel things I wasn’t supposed to feel. Taking money from Kaisen was crossinga line, but with him, the lines were blurring more and more with each encounter.