by Tara Lee
Opening the letter knowing my father was gone, that he thought the only option was to take his own life rather than face what he had done broke my heart. I know he isn't a good man, but finding those files then seeing with my own eyes what kind of man my father had become, the money, envy, and greed had ruined him...
Will Bishop become like him? Will I find my husband with mistress after mistress while I’m at home raising our babies?
The thought that Bishop still only wants to marry me out of obligation twists a knot inside me I don't know how to fix. I have agreed to marry him, knowing I need him to help take down my father, but with him now gone...
Are we closer to falling over the edge?
My father wrote that the Demetriuses are bad people, that Bishop’s father had made Bishop do something as a boy that was unforgivable.
He had confirmed what I had found.
It's one of the reasons he backed out of the deal of me marrying him. He didn't find out until it was too late, but knowing how I feel about Bishop, he knew he needed to warn me.
I open the letter, reading over my father’s words one more time.
This is the last thing I have from my father; somehow reality doesn’t seem real.
My dear Calista,
I regret being the father I was to you.
What you must think of me? I lost my way a long time ago and I somehow let greed and destruction take over.
For that I am truly sorry. I never meant to hurt you in any way and treat you like you meant so little to me. I promise that was furthest from the truth. In my own twisted way. I just wanted what was best for you.
Please run, run far away, save yourself. Bishop isn't the man you think he is, he is a monster, a vicious monster. An evil far worse than anything you could ever believe.
His father murdered and then had Bishop bury his own mother. That man has more evil in him than good. I don't want to see my only daughter get caught in the Demetrius web.
I know you won't want to hear any of this, and you may never believe a word of it but I swear to you it's the truth. I broke the deal with his father to marry you off to Bishop because after hearing about his mother, I knew that world would only be more corrupt than you ever deserve to be a part of.
Please be safe, my daughter, and know whatever you choose, I will always love you and am proud to call you my daughter.
love, your father
Bishop had told me he had told me everything, but that is a lie, and him confirming it was a blow.
I have found out about his mother’s death, but not knowing why Bishop had did what he did was painful.
Bishop keeps saying I’m his but has that just become a habit he has perfected over the years?
In my heart, I know he cares about me, know he feels something for me. Is it love, though? I don't want to marry someone who won’t cherish me, won’t truly love me.
My emotions are all over the place right now. I don’t know what is real and what is a lie. I have been feeling out of sorts for a couple of weeks, my emotions playing tricks on me, and I have started feeling sick. I didn’t think much of it until my period was late—, a week late to be exact.
I was able to grab a test while I was out the other day, the one and only time Bishop had let me leave the confines of the house.
I’m so nervous to take it, and the thought that it will be positive, has nausea creeping up my throat.
I’m still unsure how Bishop really feels about me.
I want to demand he tells me the truth, the whole truth. I thought he had, but finding out that the secret he’s hiding may just be what could end us makes me question everything I thought I knew about him.
I thought I was done questioning him, but now I’m not so sure about anything anymore.
I walk to my bathroom, taking out the packaging. I know it’s now or never.
Tears soak my cheeks as I stare down at the two pink lines.
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
I’m pregnant.
I’m pregnant with Bishop’s baby.
Running isn’t an option now. The moment Bishop finds out, he won't ever let me go.
I slowly close my eyes, trying to picture what our life could be like.
My hand rests over my stomach, and knowing I’m carrying a life inside me has more tears sliding down my cheeks.
Can I do this? Be the wife and mother Bishop wants me to be?
What if I fail? God, what if I become disgusting and Bishop can’t stand to look at me? I will never be able to keep him.
He won’t want me anymore. There is no way Bishop will stay with the girl he was promised simply because she’s carrying his child.
A sob breaks free.
Will Bishop only stay with me now because of the baby?
I need Luna right now, she’s a mom she can help me. Can’t she?
Will he be happy about the baby? Or does he want to wait?
“Carson, James.”
They both enter, eyes instantly looking around the room.
“I need you to take me to see Luna.”
“The boss said to stay put,” Carson says.
“I don’t care what he said. I need to see my friend, I'm not a prisoner. Or am I?”
They look between each other, and that's when I know my real fate. I am a prisoner. Bishop doesn’t want me to leave this house.
I almost cry but then decide I’ve done enough crying for one day.
“We can bring Mrs Knight to you, Miss Eaton.”
“Fine.” I huff, fed up with being told what I can and can’t do.
They both leave my room, and since my door was shattered, I don’t have the satisfaction of slamming it behind their backs.
Bishop has been gone for over two hours now, and I have no clue when he will be back.
I hide the test in a box at the back of my wardrobe, not ready to tell Bishop yet. I can’t risk throwing it in the trash.
“Wow, what happened to the door?” Luna's voice fills my room, and I all but bolt from the closest, not realizing how long I’d been hiding in there, to wrap her in my arms.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
She hugs me back, and we stand like this for a while. Tears fill my eyes, and this time I let them fall.
I miss my friend. We hardly see each other now.
“Hey, Cals, are you okay? Tell me what happened?”
I sigh as Luna pulls me to the bed.
“You’d have to ask Bishop.”
Luna’s eyes widen, and she looks over the door that happens to be hanging off the hinges.
“He did that?”
I shake my head.
“James did.”
“O-kay, but who’s James?”
“My bodyguard, well, babysitter.” I see James and Carson standing outside my door, so I say it loud enough for them to hear. I swear they chuckle.
“Wait, you have bodyguards? Why on earth do you need them?”
I proceed to tell Luna everything that’s happened since we last see each other, which really isn't that long ago now that I think about it.
“Wow, okay, I thought my shit with Ethan was messed up, but Bishop is wow.”
“Will you stop saying wow.” I can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry, it’s just a lot to take in. How are you holding up? I mean, marriage. Do you want that?”
Knowing I have ears listening in on our conversation that are to report back to The Boss, I try to find the right words to say.
“Honestly?” I sigh.
“I’m not sure what I want. I feel like I was just part of a deal for Bishop and his controlling nature didn’t want to lose.” I shrug.
“Oh, honey, I don’t think that’s the case. So you think Bishop doesn’t care about you at all?” Luna grabs my hands, holding them tightly as I slowly nod.
“Callie.” Luna pulls me into her arms and holds me while I cry. Having my best friend here feels right.
“ What are you scared of?” Her hands hold m
y face as she waits for my answer.
“That he doesn't really love me like he says, that one day he’ll get tired of me and I'll become nothing but background noise to him.”
“I don’t doubt that Bishop cares about you very deeply, Callie, that man is all but obsessed with you.” She giggles when I gape at her.
“I’m serious, I’ve seen how he looks at you. Trust me if that man isn't anything but in love with you, then he doesn’t deserve to call you his.”
I nod and know I need to tell someone because it’s burning a hole in my brain.
I lean in and wrap Luna in my arms, whispering, “I’m pregnant.”
She pulls back, excitement all over her face. She goes to scream, but I slap my hand over her mouth. She frowns at me.
“Please don’t say anything.”
Callie?”
“Please, especially not to Ethan.”
“Okay, fine.” she sighs knowing I just need time.
“But you need to talk to Bishop, you need to tell him.”
“Tell me what?”
Both our heads snap toward the door at the husky voice where my future husband stands in gray sweatpants and no shirt.
My mouth all but waters at the sight, and I hate that he isn't playing fair right now.
“I’ll leave you two to it.” Luna bends down to hug me one last time before she walks past Bishop at the door. She places a hand on his shoulder and gives him a smile.
He nods down at her, and then we’re alone as Carson and James take her home.
Bishop takes slow steps toward me in low-hung gray sweatpants—yep, the one thing that has an orgasmic effect on all women.
My insides tighten, and I watch every ab muscle contract, every ripped muscle twitch, and they make my panties wet.
I bite my bottom lip. He bends toward me, the sexiest smirk on those kissable lips, his eyes darkened with lust, and I know no matter what happens, if Bishop has his delicious way with me right now nothing can possibly ruin this moment.
When James had called me to tell me what Callie and Luna were talking about, I knew I needed to get home.
To prove my fiancee wrong.
I want her— fuck do I want her, and not because she was owed to me but because I love her with every fiber of my being.
“What did you have to tell me?”
My tongue traces a line down her neck, over her collarbone, landing just above her breasts. Callie’s breathing quickens, and she watches me. After leaving her earlier, I knew she wouldn’t take long to be panting under me.
“Tell me.” I nip at the top of her breasts with my teeth.
Nothing.
“Callie?” I warn, yanking down her top and bra at the same time.
Her moans are the only response while I suck and nibble my way to her perk little nipple.
I bite down hard, and Callie cries out.
“Tell me, brat.”
“I—I can’t.” She’s panting, our entire bodies pressed together, my lips ghosting over hers.
My cock is rock-fucking-hard and ready to be buried deep inside her.
I hiss when her heat connects with my cock’s head.
Her shorts have ridden up, exposing her bare pussy underneath.
“Fuck, brat.” I groan and sink my teeth into her neck.
Callie’s fingers grip my forearms. I suck and pull on her skin leaving my mark.
The caveman in me wants to punish her for daring to wear ridiculous shorts like these.
“My cock is hungry for you, baby.”
“Mmmhhn.” Callie responds by lifting herself to feet, yanking down my sweatpants so my cock’s head slips in.
“Fuck.” I almost come, being this close to her, feeling how wet she is.
“Please, Bishop,”
she begs and hearing it has me coming undone.
I thrust inside in one swift move, bringing us together. My hand drops to her thigh, hitching her leg over my hip, and she groans as I sink deeper. I yank her shorts to the side more, watching my cock sink in and out.
“So fucking tight,” I growl.
Callie arches her back higher, giving me a view of her perfect tits bouncing to every thrust.
Mine.
“Bishop, oh God.” Her walls tighten around me, making it really fucking hard not to spill inside her right this second.
I lift her ass higher and sink so deep inside her I don't ever want to leave.
“Harder, faster, please.”
She whimpers, and I pick up the pace, slamming inside her. My cock aches to release; after today, all my pent-up energy has built up again.
“Fuck, Callie. Oh damn, baby.” I groan, leaning down, stealing her lips with mine, and empty inside her.
Callie wraps her arms around my neck, moaning, losing control, and comes with me.
I jerk inside her, the last drops filling her.
I place my hand over her stomach, praying that did the job. I watch as something passes over her face. Unsure of what it means, I slide out of her and pull her with me to the shower.
I wash her, and she stands there still. She’s frozen in her own trance, giving nothing away.
With every touch, it becomes clear there's something she’s keeping from me.
Once we are done, I wrap a robe around her and dry myself before I put my sweats back on, Callie stands there waiting, watching me.
Finally, I decide enough is enough.
I throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to my room, fuck being here with no door.
I drop her on the bed ready to get an answer any way I can. If she thinks for one second I can’t tell she’s hiding something, she needs to practice her poker face.
Callie’s breathing deepens. I lean over her, and her eyes widen when I slowly slip my hand between the open slit of her robe.
“Bishop, stop.”
My hand freezes in place.
Our eyes clash as she watches me, waiting.
She swallows. Her chest rises and falls with every breath she takes, and I’m almost certain her cheeks are flushed, but I do as she asks me to and stop. I lean back on my heels. Callie moves from under me, and the robe slips, revealing her perky tits. She quickly covers herself, hiding from my view.
I tip her chin toward me.
“Piccolina, why did you tell me to stop?”
“I love when you call me that.”
She avoids my question, but seeing how she’s smiling right now, I can’t help but smile too, running my hand through my hair.
I sigh.
My fingers brush over her cheek, eager to wash away any doubt or concern she has about us, but I know she needs this right now.
“You’ll always be my little one brat. No matter what happens you will always be mine.”
She smiles, and her fingers caress my chin, rubbing over my stubble, my eyes closing at her touch.
“I—” She stops and lets out a breath.
“I-m” Callie catches her breath, and unshed tears fill her eyes.
“Hey.” I run my thumbs under her eyes, wiping the tears aside.
She swallows and looks away. She lets out a soft sob, covering her mouth with her hand. I pull it to one side, lifting her face with my hands. The way her eyes glisten with her tears makes my heart collapse at what could possibly have her this upset.
“Talk to me?” I beg. Fuck, all I’m thinking is the worst.
She sniffles, righting herself, and sits up, crossing her legs in front of her. Her body language tells me she’s frightened.
“You never have to be scared, Callie. I promise you, nothing would ever make me hurt you.” My fingers caress her face, slowly bringing her lips closer to mine. My fingers trail down her plush lips, and I’m eager to taste them.
Before I can kiss her, she breathes.
“I’m pregnant.”
She stiffens against me, her eyes downcast, as if she can’t bear to look at me.
I can’t get my lips to move. She’s pregnant? With my baby
? For real?
Callie peels herself free from me, sitting back on the bed as she watches me.
“Y-you’re.” I’m in complete shock. I thought it would take longer, that we’d be married before she announced this.