Beautiful Surrender (The Surrender Series Book Three) by Priscilla West Read Free Book Online Page B

until the need to
breathe interrupted them. “You can call me whatever you like.”
    “I’ll
probably stick with ‘Vincent’. I think it suits you best.”
    “Vincent
it is then, Kitten. Listen, my sister Giselle is having a birthday party for
her son next Saturday. Do you want to come with me?”
    Vincent
at a birthday party for his nephew? I had to see this. It would also give me
the chance to meet his sister, Giselle. I recalled the picture he had of her in
his island cabin, the two of them smiling on a beach together. I hadn’t met any
of Vincent’s family before and I was more than curious to see how he would act
around his sister.
    “Sure.
Am I going to see you before that this week?”
    His
face softened. “Not this week, sorry. Flying out tomorrow morning until Friday.
I will call you every night, though. My schedule can slow down, Kristen, and it
will. It’s just going to take some time.”
    “Okay.
I’ll look forward to those calls, then.”
    “Me
too.”

Chapter Three
     
    Sure
enough, he called me every evening that week. The work week was otherwise
pretty boring—fleshing out Vincent’s BRIC strategy and continuing research on
Selena Devries—but I began to look forward to talking to him every night so
much that the days flew by. I appreciated that Vincent was making an effort
after the events the previous weekend. Seeing the way he had been so violent
with Marty had shaken my confidence in him, but his tender side was still
there. It would be interesting to see how this would continue at his nephew’s
party.
    Saturday
morning finally came. Vincent picked me up from my apartment in a silver Aston
Martin at nine in the morning. Traffic getting out of the city was a drag, as
usual, but we spent the time chatting idly. It was an important step for us to
build our relationship back up after it had been badly shaken with our fight.
The whole day was important for that reason.
    We
arrived a little after ten-thirty and pulled up in front of a tidy suburban
ranch-style home. The lawn was freshly mowed, and there were balloons on the
mailbox announcing a birthday party. We parked on the street. Vincent had
brought a birthday present wrapped in balloon wrapping paper, and I handed it
to him as we got out of the car. We walked down the street and up the driveway
to the house.
    “So
your nephew’s name is Brady?” I asked Vincent, reading the sign on the mailbox.
    Vincent
smiled and grabbed my hand. The present was in the other. “Yup. He’s turning
three today.”
    “Did
you pick out his present, or did your secretary Lucy?”
    He
scoffed. “I would never delegate such an august task. I picked this sucker out
online months ago.”
    His
mock offense at my question surprised me. “What is it?”
    “This
awesome train,” he said enthusiastically. “The TrackMaster 500X. It makes
twelve different sounds and has an automatic headlight for tunnels.”
    “Tunnels?”
    “Blanket
forts, tunnels, wherever it’s dark. Point is, the kid’s going to be an engineer
like his uncle. He loves trains.”
    I
nodded. Vincent was very enthused about this party, especially blanket forts.
To be fair, I remembered loving making blanket forts as a kid. My inner child
was in line with his inner child on that point.
    “Who
wrapped the present?” I asked, eyeing the perfect bows.
    He
laughed. “You caught me. That task I did delegate. It looks good though,
right?”
    I
nodded. “Yeah, I think she deserves a bonus.”
    “I’ll
take it under consideration.”
    We made
it to the porch, where we were already able to hear the high-pitched screams of
a child running around and playing. The door was unlocked and Vincent stepped
inside the house unfazed by the noise. I followed after.
    We were
greeted in the foyer by a blond, slim woman standing around five six. She had
her hair tied back in a simple bun and wore a well-fitting dark blue blouse
with black pants. By my first impression, she looked slightly younger