The Billionaire's Beloved (Key to My Heart Book 4) by Ella Cari Read Free Book Online

the bed, though I didn't really need him to do so. I was tired, not injured or disabled.
    His hands felt so good on my body, though, that I was reluctant to ask him to stop.
    "God, I was so worried about you two." He sighed, shaking his head as he sat down on the corner of the bed. His shoulders sagged slightly, as though the day had aged him a year in only hours, “When we found your car and you two were nowhere in sight…”
    I collapsed into a sea of fluffy pillows, body gently swaying against the rippling comfort of his amazing mattress. The best money could buy, literally.
    It was already becoming harder and harder to keep my eyes open.
    “I should have called you.” I said apologetically, “I didn’t think it through.”
    That look in his eyes when he finally saw us for himself, when he was finally sure that both of us were alive and well, would play on repeat in my dreams for years.
    What was it that swirled in those blue eyes that were so typically stoic and cold?
    Had it been...love?
    That was silly.
    Probably love for his child. Not for me. I was his wife, but not his lover.
    It couldn't have been for me.
    "I was just lucky Alissa was there." I replied with a shake of my own head, before I'd even realized what I'd said.
    Sebastian's chin jerked up, eyes wide and startled, "Alissa?" He asked quickly, scooting over towards me, "Alissa that married my father, Alissa?"
    I nodded severely, frowning just a bit. Would she have wanted me to bring her up? Just how much was I supposed to share, it wasn't my place to talk about her private struggles.
    "Where in the world has she been?" He sputtered, "Was my father around as well?"
    "He picked her up at the hospital." I responded, "They’ve been overseas."
    "Overseas?" The billionaire pondered, climbing up to set at my side against the headboard of the bed.
    He gazed up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of their spontaneous arrival back home.
    "What could they possibly have been doing over there?" He mused, eyes sidling towards me as his chin followed.
    He gazed at me, the fingers closest to mine crawling across the blanket to tenderly take my hand in his own. His long, tan fingers played against the back of my palm like piano keys.
    "They were...on a holiday." I decided with a careless shrug, turning my head so he couldn't see my expression. I couldn’t lie to him.
    I scooted closer to my husband, our hands still latched together, the side of his head coming to rest upon my own.
    Silence slowly descended over our heads, serene and delicate. It was moments like this that I was beginning to appreciate more and more, when the world was still and I could absorb the sound of Sebastian's soft breathing, or the way sparks of electricity danced between us from where our skin just barely came into contact.
    Carefully, I observed the way our fingers interlaced, memorizing the slight roughness of his palms against my own. His hands were large, fingers long, dwarfing my own hand in his.
    Closer and closer I leaned into his arms, until he finally wrapped his muscled arms around my shoulders. I curled up against him, like a child, clinging to him as though he were a tattered, old security blanket.
    It was only in this embrace that I felt safe and protected from the world. I was sure Lydia would share that warm sentiment.
    "Macy..." Sebastian whispered, his words gruff in his tired throat, his tone unusually somber.
    Tentatively, I glanced back up at him, "What is it?" I asked, frowning at the seriousness in his gaze.
    "There’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve needed to tell you for a long time..." He began, eyes just slightly shifting away before quickly meeting my gaze once more.
    His square jaw gritted, chin lifting in firm decisiveness, "I've been trying so hard to find the right words."
    "What is it?" I asked, breathless.
    This was a sentence that would change everything, I could tell. This was a sentence that could make or break my entire world, everything