"Your answer?" Desmond asked in a dark sensual tone while his fingers were swirling in the few strands of my wavy blonde hair.

Nervous, I looked into his eyes.

He wanted me to visit his chambers tonight. Shit... I knew it would end up in that condition.

And I couldn't say no to that since I told him that I would do anything so he wouldn't dare to separate me from our son.

"Yes..." I gulped, answering him.

But he didn't look satisfied with my answer. "You know I am still doubting you, seraphim. Your answer doesn't make me convinced that—"

"Yes, cinnamon." I cut him off.

I knew what...