ChapterTwelve
Felipe
“Sir, you aren’t allowed in there,” the saleswoman says as I walk toward the dressing rooms.
“Of course I can.” I ignore her, but she moves to step in front of me.
“Sir, there is a bride changing.”
“Why do you think I’m trying to get in there so badly?” I try to sidestep her, but she moves in my path.
“I can’t allow it—”
“Let him through.” A voice from behind me cuts the woman off, and I turn to see who it is. “Nice to see you again, Felipe.”
Amelia’s mother is standing there with her arms folded casually in front of her.
“Always good to see you, Mrs. Flores.” I nod to her, and the saleswoman huffs as she walks away.
Once we’re alone, Amelia’s mother leans against the edge of the doorframe. “She requested your medical records.”
“I saw the email and had my physician send the files.”
“Good.” She glances behind me for a quick second and then back at me. “She’s the last one on the right, but don’t tell her I let you in. I’m afraid she’d think I betrayed her.”
“Aren’t you, a little?” I hedge, and she smiles.
“Maybe, but it’s for her own good.”
“Thank you.” I can’t help but smirk as I turn to go after my bride.
“Oh, and Felipe,” she calls, and I look back.
“The next time you want to run naked through my gardens, let me know and I’ll turn the cameras off.” My mouth nearly hits the floor as she waves her hand away. “Don’t worry, your secret's safe with me and the head of our security. Just don’t expect me to cover for you both next time. Understand?”
“Yes, Mrs. Flores.”
She pushes away from the doorframe and walks back toward the bridal showroom. I guess she knows my secret, but I wonder if she mentioned it to Amelia. It doesn’t matter now, because I’ve got no time to ask.
When I get to the last changing room, I go in without knocking, and my eyes widen when I see Amelia standing there. I quickly close the door and lean against it as I take in my bride.
“What are you doing here?” she hisses as she tries to cover herself.
“Looking at the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” My eyes move up and down as I memorize the details of the white lace bra and matching panties.
“It’s bad luck to see me.”
“I thought that only applied to the dress.” Pushing away from the door, I take a step toward her, and she takes a step back. All it does is move her farther away from the door and block her in.
“Well, this is my wedding underwear.” She raises her chin defiantly, and I lick my lips as I look down at her.
“Can’t I have a little preview?” Just the memory of her taste makes me so fucking hard it hurts.
“You should leave.” She turns around, but it’s a mistake because now she’s facing the mirror, and I’m everywhere she looks.
“Should,” I repeat as I cock my head to the side. “But do you really want me to?”
“It’s not as if I can force you. You’re twice my size.”
“Hey.” I wrap my arms around her so that her back is to my front and her eyes meet mine. “I would never force you to do anything.” She looks back at me, and I bend down and brush my lips against hers. “I’m here because I couldn’t go a second longer without being near you.” I touch her lips with mine once again. “My soul aches when you’re not in my arms.”
“What if I’m not enough?” Her eyes are closed as she asks the question, but I can feel the fear in her words.
“Not enough?” I move my hand so that one is resting on her belly and the other is around her chest. “Look in the mirror, Amelia.” She does as I ask, and our gazes meet in the reflection. “There is no man on earth that is worthy of you. Not even me, and I’m amazing.” The corner of her lip twitches, and my chest relaxes a fraction. “I just happen to be the one that got to you first. Now it’s my job to make sure that you’re the happiest woman alive and that no other asshole tries to take you from me.”