Two days passed after that, and we returned home to America. During those two days, we spent most of our time sightseeing and dining. Asche loved to eat and because he's carrying our child, he ate a lot more.

I refused to mention what I did that night and I had no intention of telling him at all. Possibly after he delivered our child, but not now, it's simply not happening. I want him to be stress and depression free. We lost one child, I won't have him lose another.

I turned on the local news to see if it was broadcasted and it did. Luckily, Asche was taking a warm bath when it aired. I watched as they described the cause of death and how the police were still investigating if arson was involved or if it was an accidental fire. I shut the tv off soon after the news reporter ended it. At that time, I felt no remorse or regret. I did it for Asche and I felt relieved that the world was rid of two less creatures of nefarious purposes.

There will come a day when I'll have to tell him and I know he'll be angry at me. My mate always saw the wrong in my actions. It sometimes made me feel like I was heavily flawed and never good in his eyes. I know murdering people was wrong, but they've been living in elation while my mate suffered. It was their time to be punished.

We left Paris so I left the thoughts of those two vermin with it.

We were presently at the airport, awaiting my chauffeur to pick us up. Asche stood beside me as he tapped away on his cellphone, his face deep into whatever was entertaining him. We stood outside on the pavement with the bustling crowd that waited for their transport or were getting into it.

"Baby, why don't you take a break from your phone for a moment? You've been on it since we boarded the plane." I suggested, glancing at the phone with a frown.

He didn't look up. "Just a sec, I'm trying to message Kirk."

My frown deepened. Dammit, Kirk can't you wait another day to message him? He's giving me the cold shoulder now after all of that lovemaking we did. What is so important that he has to be in that forsaken phone for long hours?

I scooted over to get a glimpse of the conversation but he moved the phone away with a disapproving look.

"That's not nice," He chided, eyeing me suspiciously.

"Asche, please, at least give me a few seconds of your time," I said, wounded.

"Are you kidding me? You had almost a week of my time," He locked the screen and placed it in his jacket pocket. "You're so clingy. Here, touch my ass if it pleases you. Let everyone know I'm yours. Will that be to your satisfaction?" He took my hand and placed it on his bottom, causing my face to redden. My eyes shot around us in embarrassment, not believing that Asche actually did that.

No one looked our way. Thank goodness.

"Aww, you're blushing," He grinned.

"Asche. This is inappropriate." I said lowly, slipping my hand from his fingers. Highly embarrassed.

He crossed his arms over his chest, giving me a stern look. "You didn't think that when you spanked my ass in a strip club."

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Baby..."

"That was unforgettable. My ass felt like a hot iron was placed on it. Anyway, where's our ride? I'm getting antsy here and my ass is aching. Thanks to you who fucked my ass into oblivion."

"Would it hurt you just to filter your words? You're going to be a father and we can't have you swearing up a storm around the baby." I told him, grateful that he dropped the subject about the strip club incident. It was quite embarrassing on my behalf. I can say the same for Asche.

A black SUV rolled up in front of us and I laced our fingers together as my chauffeur stepped out and took our luggage. We settled in the rear seat and placed on our seatbelts.

"Can I have a puppy?" He suddenly asked and I turned to look at him.

"Why do you want a puppy all of a sudden?" I asked.

"Because I want the baby to have someone to play with when he or she grows up. I think maybe a Shih Tzu or a Maltese. I think they're cute. Preferably a female." He explained, his stunning face brightening up and my heart softened.

I love him so much, it hurts and it soothes right out into contented joy.

"Of course you can have a puppy. Do you want me to buy both? A male Maltese and a female Shih Tzu?" I cupped his face and slip my hand behind the nape of his neck, bringing him in for a kiss.

I pulled away and placed our foreheads together, looking fixedly at my mate. His hazel eyes shone with relief and gladness. "As soon as I take you home, I'll buy them for you."

He ran a finger down my cheek and said, "I wanna buy them. I want to go out in the city later today. You need to rest, you look like you can take a few hours nap to catch yourself. Let me handle this."

I was tempted to turn my head and lick that finger but I clamped down on my sexual urges and focused on Asche's desires. I think I do need to rest. I've been tense since I met Tye and killing him made me feel slightly relieved but not entirely.

"Alright. But please, drive safely. I want you to come back in one piece."

My chauffer slipped into the SUV after placing all the bags in the back, closing the door, and shifting the car into gear, sliding on to the road.

"Where to, Mr. Armander?" He asked.

"The penthouse," I stated, lacing our fingers together and moving them to my lips in a gentle kiss.

My crimson eyes held Asche in a heated embrace, my passion for him so strong, I fear I might lose myself in him.

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