The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 354: The future

That evening, Devonte dropped by the grocery store on his way to Natalie’s apartment from work.

He knew she was taking advantage of the fact that Lucy was too busy playing with Rosaly and riding into the sunset with Theodore. Once she snapped back into business mode, Natalie might be under constant pressure. She’d been working from home for the last few days but barely took a breather.

When he arrived at her apartment ready to make a meal with the ingredients he had bought, he found her in her home office with an enlarged picture from Desmond’s wedding on the screen.

"If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re regretting ending your engagement with him now that he’s married." He joked.

She rolled her eyes. "You know better than anyone, there are no sparks between me and him—pun not intended."

He smiled and swung her chair around for her to face him.

"I know that already." He knew who she was looking at in that picture. "It’s not your fault, you know."

She sighed. "How? She was with me for all of two minutes, Devonte. Two minutes and she was gone. I mean, how oblivious do I have to be for a child to disappear in such a short period of time?"

He had almost forgotten the kind of person Natalie was. If things went wrong, she often looked into the inside for answers and most of the time, for someone to blame. The world could end and she would still think she was at fault.

"To be fair, my love, the Wests had been planning this for ages. It wouldn’t matter who was with her. As soon as the opportunity presented itself..." he inwardly cursed when he realized what he had just said. "Even if we were all sitting in a circle around her, they would still kidnap her if they wanted to do it badly enough."

She chuckled at his exaggeration. "How? Would the earth split open under her feet for them to take her from below? You’ve watched way too many fictional movies."

He grinned at the chance to take her mind off it. "Would you rather I watch romance? Because I would rather watch those with you. We could recreate our favorite scenes."

She raised a brow. This man’s mind always found its way into the gutter. Not that she was surprised. She caught herself licking her bottom lip, right before her stomach growled.

He sprung into action. "I bought some groceries on my way back. I’ll whip us up something to eat."

"But that can wait." She purred.

He kissed her forehead. "As much as I would love to eat you instead, sweetheart, I need to feed you first." He left the office before he changed his mind and put her on the desk to devour her instead.

She tried to get back to work but she was barely able to focus for a few seconds before she gave up and ventured into the kitchen.

Putting her growling stomach aside, how was a woman supposed to think about work when a handsome superstar was in her kitchen? He had taken off his suit jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. The ’kiss the chef’ apron he was wearing was a temptation in itself. Whoever designed the apron clearly had a malicious intention because she wanted to kiss the life out of the chef.

He was cooking fried rice and meatballs. He had bought frozen meat balls and didn’t need to make them from scratch—thank fuck because she was itching to touch him.

It wasn’t long before he was done and they sat down to eat. She knew he must be hungry after the long day he must have had so she waited until they were both sated before she asked, "is it safe to kiss the chef now?"

He looked amused. "You’ve been holding back all along? That’s not fair!"

She chuckled at his playful pout. Her phone chimed at the same time as his, which made them exchange glances.

"We’ve had enough chaos in the last few weeks to last us a lifetime. Should we ignore it?" She asked, knowing it couldn’t possibly be good news if they were both receiving it at the same time.

"They may need our help." He picked up his phone from the side of the table and gave hers to her.

Her nervousness turned to relief when she checked it out. "Thank goodness. It’s just Zaria bombarding us with pictures of her baby bump."

They did ask Zaria to share as many pictures as she could.

This time, she was sitting on a bench swing in a garden with an assortment of flowers decorating the swing and a tiara of roses in her hair.

"She looks so beautiful." Natalie gushed, firing off a reply.

Devonte picked up the longing in her voice, which she had tried to hide.

He watched her as she exchanged a few texts with Zaria and as soon as she put her phone down, he asked. "Is that what you want?"

"Uh...what do you mean?"

He pointed his chin at her phone. "Children."

Her cheeks flushed as she gave a little nod. "I may have thought about it once or twice...a day." She instantly crossed the table to him and sat on his lap. "Devonte, I know you don’t want kids and that’s okay. I..."

She yelped when he stood up with her in his arms and headed for her room.

"Are you kidding me? That would be a dream come true." He lay her on her bed and kissed her neck.

"It would?" She was surprised.

He answered by walking over to the ensuite bathroom. She got up on her elbows and couldn’t quite see what he was doing but she got the idea.

When she heard him rustle around in what she guessed was the medicine cabinet and the sound of something dropping into the trash can, she knew he had just gotten rid of her pills.

He returned with the most excited grin she had ever seen on his face. "That’s out of the way."

Wait. Why did it seem like he’d been waiting for her to admit she wanted to have kids with him? He sure moved fast.

He straddled her and kissed her as his hands ventured under her clothes. He bit her bottom lip, sending a shiver of pleasure down her body as he whispered, "I’m going to fuck you so hard and cum so deep inside you, you will have me inside you for days."