CHRISTIAN was a wealthy man, but he doesn’t show off. Instead of living in a mansion all by himself, he lives in a penthouse that was already large enough for the two of them. She loves the refreshing baby blue color of the interior. It was breathable.

She walked towards the floor to ceiling bookshelf. A man who reads was a major turn-on for Eyre. Christian got another brownie point for that.

“You like books now, huh?” he said.

Of course, there was something to be amazed about. Tessa never likes reading books the way she does. She turned to him.

“Books fascinates me ‘now’,” she responded. “The same way you did.”

Christian crossed their distance. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, his hot mint breath fanned her face.

“And you amaze me more and more,” he drawled.

She put her palms on his chest. “Really?”

He planted a soft kiss on her lips. Christian freed her and went to the bar counter at the corner.

“Want some whiskey?” he asked.

“Yes, please.” She sat on the sofa.

Christian brought two glasses and a bottle of whiskey and joined her on the sofa.

“Don’t you remember anything about this house?” he asked as he poured their glasses with whiskey.

Eyre shook her head.

“The whole interior of this penthouse was your idea. You said you wanted it to be refreshing and breathable because this is where we’ll stay after a long day of exhaustion from work.” He handed her a glass.

Eyre crossed her legs and gazed at the liquor inside her glass. Funny how she and Tessa have similarities in some aspects and opposites in some.

“Christian…” She looked at him. “Would you mind if I won’t be able to remember everything about the past?”

Her brows creased. Moments later, he gave her a brisk nod.

“Right… the past doesn’t matter now. Let’s focus on our future. We can make new memories together with our future kids.” He sipped his whiskey.

“Kids?” she asked. If given a chance to have an offspring, she would like to have one. Just one. But it seemed like Christian wanted more.

“Yes,” he replied with a wide grin plastered on his handsome face. “I’d like to have four to five children. Or maybe six.” He leaned back against his seat. “Oh, I think a pair of twins will be beautiful.”

Eyre stilled. She doesn’t like the idea of having a pair of twins as her children.

“I don’t like twins,” she said in a low tone voice.

“Why?” Christian looked disappointed.

“It’s hard to raise one. Two will be such a pain in the ass. Don’t you think?” She sipped a little whiskey. The bitterness suits her best.

She made him laugh at that.

Christian’s hand gestured to come closer. Eyre put her glass down on the table and moved closer to him.

“How about triplets?” he asked, laughing.

“It will make me crazy,” she replied.

Christian pinned her head to his chest. She could feel the erratic beating of his heart and the vibration of his chest due to his laughter. Eyre smiled. He has this soft side that made her soft, too.

“Christian…” She raised her head and stared at him.

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask one favor?”

“Sure. Anything that you want.” He stroked her hair.

“Call me Eyre from now on.” She was posing as Tessa, but she just couldn’t take being called by her sister’s name. It suffocates her.

“Why?”

“It’s just that… I am not my old self, Christian. No matter how hard I try, some of my memories won’t just come back.” Eyre managed to shed some tears.

Christian’s expression softened. She got him.

Eyre buried her face on his chest and continued crying. She felt his palm caressing her back up and down to calm her.

“Don’t cry, love. If that’s what pleases you, so be it.” He tilted her face and looked at her. “Tessa or Eyre, it wouldn’t change the fact that you are mine.”

His thumb brushed her tears away.

“Yes, I am yours, Christian.”

Christian claimed her lips. His kiss was fiery, it instantly flued the fire in her. Eyre snaked her arms around his neck and climbed up on his lap. She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as his taste nearly silenced all her thoughts. Her fingers slipped under his shirt, feeling his smooth skin and radiating heat. Her whole body tingled. She started riding him.

Eyre made a throaty sound.

“Let’s—”

“No,” she said, cutting his words. She continued rubbing herself on his hardness beneath his pants. “Say my name…” she whispered in his ear.

“Te—Eyre…”

“Oh, God…” she moaned again.

The way her name rolled off his tongue made her even wetter. She could feel her muscles down there, pulsating in heat.

She kept her eyes half-open, sneaking a peek at him as she continued moving above him.

“Christian…” she cried his name, tilted her head back, as she reached her orgasm. It was quick and yet satisfying.

Eyre buried her face on his chest, her body still trembling from the bliss.

“We have a family dinner this weekend, I want you to come with me,” Christian said after a while.

She remained in her position.

‘I’m going to meet his family.’

Meeting his family as Tessa will surely give an animosity.

“Will it be okay?” she asked. “They might throw me out.”

“Believe me, they will understand.” He lightly tapped her back, maybe to comfort her. “You have nothing to fret, I am here for you.”

He planted a soft kiss on her temple.

“A promise is a promise,” she said lazily.

Suddenly the image of her mother on the day she left her on the shelter flashed before her eyes. She felt a pang of hatred in her chest. It taught her not to believe promises anymore. Well, there is always an exemption.

‘Christian is the only exemption…’