Je Suis a Toi (Monsters in the Dark Book 4) (10 page)

“GOOD MORNING, BIRTHDAY boy.”

My eyes narrowed at Frederick as Tess and I entered the breakfast hall.
Screw him and his eternal optimism.
I didn’t care to be reminded another year had gone by. The life I treasured with my wife and business ventures close to my heart was rapidly running out.

Fuck birthdays.

I didn’t reply, glowering at the freshly cooked pastries and berry preserves with toast sitting pretty in a silver rack. Staff milled around, placing plates of scrambled eggs and bacon in the centre of the table.

Frederick laughed at my cold shoulder. “What? Did you wake up deaf as well as a year older, you sullen bastard?”

Tess giggled at my expense.

“That will be the only reference to the date if you value staying in one piece.” I pointed a finger at my friend. “Got it?”

Angelique giggled, glancing at Tess and the gingerly way she sat down. “I take it you guys had a good night celebrating?”

Tess blushed, using the excuse to grab a piece of toast to avoid the question. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Suzette nudged Franco with love hearts in her eyes; at least their own romance kept them from interfering with mine.

Sitting beside Tess, my heart lurched at the black lines from the tattoo peeking beneath her wedding ring. She should’ve kept the covering on for a few days to heal, but stubborn as always, she’d slipped her rings back on saying she couldn’t bear not to wear them. The day I put them on her finger was the day they were glued for eternity.

I loved her sentiment and desire to show the world she was mine—in marriage and harmony. However, I did worry about the healing wound. Later, when we weren’t in company, I’d demand she give the ink a few days to heal.

Plus, I’ll be able to see my handiwork a little longer before she covers it permanently.

As I ladled a selection of food onto my gold-rimmed plate, the conversation switched to what we would do today. Tess stayed curiously silent as ideas were suggested and tossed away; the concept of boat paddling on the lake discounted in favour of scrolling through the movie channel and hanging out in the castle’s converted cinema.

Any suggestion was fine by me. As long as I remained in this bubble of relaxation.

I wouldn’t admit it to Tess, but this…it was exactly what I needed. Getting away from work, our house, the constant strain of our companies and charities. I couldn’t completely unwind, even here—responding to emails and constantly checking for any meltdowns that needed urgent attention. But the rest of it, I could trust to the legion of employees who hopefully knew how to do their damn job.

The ribbing from earlier was forgotten as we all ate in friendly company. Once our hunger was sated and the sun had risen enough to melt away the frost on the windowpanes, we sat back in drowsy happiness.

Breakfast was cleared away while fresh lattes and macchiatos were delivered.

Tess cupped her steamy caffeine with reverence, inhaling the coffee fragrance.

Sun streamed into the space, highlighting her golden hair, glowing on curls of gold and wheat. Her cheeks pinked with contentedness, and when she caught my eye, she blushed.

Even now…after so many years, she still managed to stab me in the heart and grab my cock with a single glance.

I smiled, falling deeper into her spell, unable to look away. I drank in her dainty fingers around her glass, her lips pursing to blow on the hot froth, and the soft tendrils of hair dancing over her cheeks.

I loved how strong but feminine she was. I loved how innocent but kinky she ran. And I adored how she took nothing for granted. I didn’t know if it was her upbringing of being unwanted and ignored, but I surrounded her in decadence and wealth and she didn’t covet any of it.

She only cared about me.

Me.

She loves me.

Even after what I’d done to her last night and all the nights of our marriage. No matter how bad I was or the fucked-up things I needed, she accepted me and cherished every part.

I fucking loved her for that.

For so many things.

And I had to be content.

If I couldn’t give her what I ultimately wanted…then…so be it.

I had enough to keep me happy until I died.

I would appreciate what I had and not what I didn’t.

Tess looked up again, her gaze meeting mine. We shared another soft smile before she looked away and cocked her chin at Suzette, sharing a private, soundless message.

“We’ll be right back,” she said.

Before I could ask where she was going, Tess and my head housekeeper put down their coffees and vanished from the hall.

Where the fuck are they going?

I glowered at Franco, silently demanding an explanation.

He shrugged. Not giving the game away. However, I didn’t think he was as clueless as me—just not willing to ruin whatever surprise the women had in store.

Goddammit.
If this was about birthday gifts, I didn’t want any.

Tess couldn’t buy me anything that I wanted more than her.

Frederick chuckled. “I know that look, Q, and relax. We didn’t get you presents. I know how that would go down.”

I relaxed a smidgen. But then tensed again as Angelique smirked. “We didn’t get you presents. However, it doesn't mean your wife didn’t.”

Shit, what did Tess do?

Balling my hands, I did my best to control my annoyance. The padding of socked feet met my ears as I spun in my chair as Tess and Suzette wandered back into the room.

I launched upright, staring at what hung adorably in Tess’s arms.

Moving shyly toward me, she murmured, “I know you love your birds, Q. And normally, I would’ve bought you some exotic feathered friend for your aviary. But the last time I was at your office, I saw something that made me pause.”

Saw what?

What the fuck did she see to warrant this invasion into our lives?

No one else mattered as my entire attention fell on Tess and the tiny puppy watching me with trusting black eyes. A shaggy version of a French bulldog with an upturned button nose and inquisitive ears never broke eye contact.

Wait…she was in my office. I’d had countless dealings over the past few months. Some I wanted her to know about and others I didn’t.

Keeping my voice monotone, I demanded, “What did you see? When you were at work?”

“The shelters.”

My jaw tensed. So she had seen that. What about the other charity I’d recently set up?

I stepped slowly toward her, eyeing the mutt.

If she’d seen the animal charity, she might’ve seen the others. The paperwork had been side by side until I handed the finalizing to Frederick.

Glancing at my longtime friend and colleague, I raised an eyebrow. I didn’t know what I asked Frederick, and I didn’t know what his half-shaken head reply meant. Either way, Tess was far too fucking curious for her own good.

Couldn’t I have one secret that she wasn’t aware of? One hidden desire she didn’t need to parade into her light and make me face when I wasn’t ready?

Merde!
Shit!

Suzette sidestepped me, returning to her place beside Franco. The moment she left, I strode forward and cupped Tess’s cheek, doing my best to ignore the wriggling fur ball in her arms. “You didn’t have to snoop,
esclave
. Once the organisation was complete, I would’ve told you.”

She smiled, not caring in the slightest I’d kept it from her. Mainly because she knew I spoke the truth. The minute it was a done deal and something I could be proud of rather than worry, I would’ve told her. I might not have told her about the other charity for some time—giving myself the space to accept what I’d become to suspect—but she had no reason to doubt me. I’d never kept secrets from her…until recently.

“I know, Q. Don’t worry about that. I just—I saw the forms on your desk and made a decision. I—I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.” My hand fell from her cheek, hovering over the soft head of the wriggling black puppy. “However, just because I’ve donated a considerable sum to animal cruelty prevention and shelters around the world doesn’t mean I understand why there’s a dog in your arms.”

Tess smiled, doting on the small fluff bag. “When I saw the forms, I googled the address of one of the closest shelters. I wanted to see for myself and be a part of it, if you’d let me. When I arrived and asked for a tour, a dog was delivered after being rescued from an abusive asshole.”

Her eyes melted into blue sorrow. “Q…the poor thing was howling and in pain. So afraid. The vet tried to tend to her—give her medicine and show her she’d be cared for, but all I could see when I looked at that poor creature with cuts and bruises and terror in her gaze was me. You rescued me from the same sort of environment. Without you, I could’ve ended up belonging to some bastard who would’ve done to me what was done to that poor dog.”

She nuzzled her face into the scruff of the animal. “I just couldn’t leave her there. The cages at the shelter were fine—she would've had a bed and food and grass to stretch her legs—but Q…I just, I fell in love with her.”

Fuck.

The beast inside me rolled onto its back, begging for the same scratch and loving attention Tess doted on the canine. How could I say no to that? How could I ever say no to anything she wanted?

Because she was right.

She could’ve been any number of unlucky slaves untreasured by devils of the world. It was why I did what I did and hunted rapists and traffickers, rehabilitated victims and abused, and now, extended my reach into the animal kingdom because they were the ones with such a raw fucking deal.

All they wanted was a home and a family.

And a lot of them were either loveless or suffered maltreatment.

I couldn’t stand by and let that happen. Neither could Tess. And that made me love her so goddamn much.

I sucked in a breath, my arms aching to grab her in the largest hug. “You did the right thing.”

Relief sparked in her eyes. “Really? Oh, thank God.” Raising the puppy, she added, “I brought the cutest one…hoping he’d sway you.”

My eyes narrowed. “Wait, cutest one? Where’s the other dog you mentioned? Why not take the abused one? Puppies will be easier to rehome than an elderly life-broken bitch.”

Tess bit her lip, glancing at Suzette across the room. “I, eh…I did take the mother. I—you have to understand, Q. They’re family. I couldn’t separate family. How cruel would that be?”

My heart raced, imagining my chateau not only overrun by recovering slaves, but also a first-class kennel to every maltreated animal in France. “What do you mean?”

Tess deliberately broke eye contact, kissing the puppy’s wrinkly forehead. “I took the mum and her three puppies. They’re at home. I thought it would be best to introduce you one at a time.”

What the fuck?

My lips twitched with annoyance and affection. “And what if I’m allergic to dogs or don’t want a pack running through my house?”

“Too bad.”

“Too
bad
?”

Tess nodded.

My hand itched to spank her for such gall.

“They’re ours now. They don’t have names yet, but the mum is the sweetest soul, and her pups will grow up to know what it’s like to be loved with their family rather than be torn apart and sent to people they don’t know.”

“They would’ve found loving homes, Tess.” I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she sank her fingers into the puppy's fur. Irrational jealousy caught me unaware. I wanted her to pet me. Stroke me. I wanted to be the beast she comforted not some imposter.

But I couldn’t help the slight thawing inside as the puppy looked at me, lolling out its tongue in welcome.

Balling my hands, so I didn’t reach out and touch the bastard, I snapped, “The animal shelters and charity I’ve started doesn’t condone killing. Each animal is given the best quality of life before their forever home is found.”

“Oh, I know. But…Q…I couldn’t leave them there. No matter how nice their pen was or the facilities at the shelter. They’re babies!”