Divorced Heiress
Chapter 110

-Abby, I didn't choose to fall in love with Sarah, it just happened, and when I realized it, I couldn't do anything about it. We spent a lot of time together, she was the princess of the house and was treated like that by everyone, and even though it was no secret to I was totally perplexed by the information Vincent was giving me, still unable to believe it, how was it possible that I didn't realize it before? This was so weird, I didn't know what words to use, I didn't know what to say to him.

anyone that we were not blood relatives but only by last name, it was wrong.-

-So...- I left the word hanging in the air, not knowing how to continue, and apparently he realized it, because he took my hands in his and kept talking.

-So, knowing that what we had was not possible, I forced myself to stop feeling, it was easier when each one went their own way, and I took refuge in casual adventures, but after a few years, I realized that I had hurt many women, so I decided to create the contract, leaving out feelings and clarifying from the beginning that it would only be s*x without commitment.-

Now I was speechless, starting to reproach myself for wanting to know more about him, I ended up finding out a secret he had been keeping for years and that he let loose today. Was it a good idea to ask him to tell me? Now I didn't know how to feel about it. What should I do? Should I run away?

-But the wall I built began to crumble from the moment I opened my eyes and looked around, finding myself in front of a somewhat bold, impertinent, and imprudent woman who kissed me because the tango got her going.- He's talking about me, I'll stay.

I understood it in a way, because I also rejected many suitors waiting for me, but the difference between us was that I didn't make the immature decision to play with men, but who was I to judge?

Now he was here, face to face, confessing that I was the only one who managed to melt the ice in his heart. That was what mattered, right? If we look back at the past, let it be to realize how far we'd come.

-I remember that day very well.- I said before letting out a fun and embarrassed laugh, remembering that I excused myself by saying that the tango turned me on, and that was why I kissed him, but the most embarrassing thing was the question I asked him afterwards, when I tried to pretend that his rejection didn't hurt me.

-Still no dog?- I reminded him of the question and he burst into laughter, which was like music to my ears. At least I was starting to feel less uncomfortable with our conversation, he knew how to do it.

-No, Abby, I don't have a dog.-

I laughed again in his face and stopped when I noticed the smile that appeared on his face just by looking at me.

-I love you, Abby.- His face moved slowly towards mine, with the clear intention of kissing me, but I stopped him by placing a hand on the soft skin of his chest when an existential doubt completely invaded me, at the same time that I felt a tingling in the palm of my hand, I had finally touched him. Abby, concentrate.

He looked at me confused by my action and I licked my lips before clarifying what was bothering me so much.

-There will be no contract between us, okay?- I wanted to remind him that I disagreed with his strange contracts, because I didn't know if there would be new clauses up his sleeve now.

Vincent looked at me as if I were joking, but my serious expression said the opposite, I wanted to clarify everything from the beginning. I had already thrown myself headfirst and the last thing I wanted was to get hurt, I truly hoped that our relationship would work. His long fingers caressed my cheek and he looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes that made them appear even lighter than they already were. My heartbeat quickened with that gaze that spoke for itself, however, I waited for the answer to come out of his mouth. -The only paper I want you to sign is our marriage certificate.- His unexpected response left me melting in my place, it made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world because I managed to thaw Lefebvre the refrigerator, because the man I believed was unattainable was more serious than I thought.

He left me speechless for the umpteenth time that night, with bees buzzing in my stomach and my heart beating strongly.

The only thing I did to respond to his romantic words was to press my lips against his, which had a slight taste of alcohol but I didn't mind at all, while sliding my hands over the smooth skin of his back, feeling every one of his tense muscles in my palms, bringing his body completely close to mine, as if I didn't have enough of him.

His lips moved desperately against mine, as if he had been waiting a long time to kiss me, and his tongue invaded my mouth in search of mine, then self-control abandoned me and I let myself be carried away by our increasingly passionate kiss with each passing second.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and let out a slight moan when I felt his firm body against mine.

And here, in the laundry room, Vincent made me his for the first time.