Chapter 148: All of Me Belongs to You

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: All of Me Belongs to You

~Third- POV~

Seeing how serious Reynold was, Frederick’s playfulness faded. He sighed softly, looking down at him.

"Listen, Reynold," Frederick began, his voice calm and measured. "I’ve been with women before, but you’re the only man I’ve ever slept with. I’ve never thought of it as choosing one over the other."

He paused, gently rubbing Reynold’s waist. "Relationships aren’t about gender for me. They’re about the person I’m with, the connection we share, and how I feel about them. I don’t miss being with a woman, sweetheart. I’ve found everything I want with you, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything."

He lowered his head and pressed a soft kiss to Reynold’s cheek. "Why are you asking, baby? Are you worried that I might miss something about being with a woman?"

Reynold was quiet for a moment before answering. "Maybe," he admitted. "I just wondered if there’s something you enjoyed with women that you don’t get with me."

Frederick’s expression softened. "There’s nothing missing, sweetheart. I don’t look at you and wish you were someone else. You’re the man I fell in love with, the man I chose to spend my life with. You’re my fiancé, Reynold, and I have no regrets about choosing you. If I had to do it all over again, I’d still choose you without hesitation."

Reynold smiled softly. "Alright... but if you ever feel like something is missing—"

"Stop, baby. Don’t say another word," Frederick interrupted gently, his brows drawing together with concern. "If you keep worrying about things like this, you’re going to make me feel as though you’re beginning to regret being with me."

"No, Daddy! That’s not it at all," Reynold replied quickly, shaking his head.

Frederick didn’t respond immediately. He slowly lifted his hips and pulled away from Reynold before lowering himself onto his side beside him.

Reynold winced at the sudden loss of warmth and let out a small gasp as Frederick settled beside him.

Not wanting any distance between them, Reynold immediately turned around and shuffled closer until his chest rested against Frederick’s side.

"I was just curious, Daddy. Truly."

Frederick looked down at him, his dark eyes searching his face. "Why?"

Reynold glanced down at his bare chest for a moment before meeting Frederick’s gaze again.

"Every time we have sex, you always try to grab my chest. But I’m flat... there’s nothing much there. Watching you struggle to squeeze my chest or suck my nipples made me wonder if you actually liked breasts. Since I don’t have them, I thought you might be missing that. I thought maybe you wished I were a woman."

Frederick stared at him for a moment, disbelief and affection mixing in his expression. "That’s why you asked me that question? You thought I wanted breasts, so you assumed I wished you were a woman?"

Reynold gave a timid but honest nod. "Yes."

A broad smile spread across Frederick’s face. He slipped an arm around Reynold’s waist and pulled him snugly against his body.

"Baby, I love your body exactly as it is. I love your nipples. I love sucking them. I love the way your chest feels in my hands. I’ve never once wished you had a bigger chest or that you were a woman. I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. You’re exactly what I want, sweetheart. You’re the man I chose to spend my life with, and I couldn’t be happier with that choice."

Reynold’s expression brightened as the last traces of insecurity melted away. He buried his face in Frederick’s neck and wrapped his arms tightly around him.

"I love you so much, Daddy."

"I love you too, baby," Frederick whispered, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

They remained wrapped in each other’s arms for a while, enjoying the quiet comfort of being together as the aircraft hummed steadily around them.

Eventually, Frederick climbed out of bed and stood beside it. He leaned down, slipped one arm beneath Reynold’s knees and the other around his back, then lifted him effortlessly into his arms and carried him into the suite’s private bathroom.

He carefully set Reynold down, then reached for the shower handle and turned on the water. Once it was warm, they stood beneath the spray, washing away the sweat and remnants of their lovemaking. When they were done, Frederick turned off the shower, and they stepped out to dry themselves with the towels. Afterward, they returned to the bedroom and slipped back into bed without bothering to get fully dressed.

As they settled beneath the covers, Reynold’s stomach let out a tiny rumble. He looked up at Frederick with an adorable pout. "Daddy... I’m hungry."

Frederick chuckled and reached for the bedside landline, dialing the jet’s galley. "What would you like to eat, sweetheart?"

Reynold rattled off a list of his favorite comfort foods, and Frederick repeated every item to the personal chef over the phone.

"Certainly, sir. It’ll be ready in a few minutes," the chef replied before ending the call.

A short while later, their freshly prepared meals were brought into the suite. They ate together in bed, feeding each other playful bites and chatting between mouthfuls while the jet continued its journey through the sky.

After eating, a member of the cabin crew came to collect the trays. Frederick and Reynold settled back against the pillows and spent some time talking, occasionally teasing each other, before eventually drifting off to sleep.

When they woke, they remained curled up together, enjoying each other’s company. They talked for a while, sharing a few kisses and enjoying the quiet moments until the captain’s voice came over the intercom, announcing their final descent.

Frederick brushed a hand through Reynold’s hair and leaned closer. "Sweetheart, let’s get dressed. We’ll be landing soon."

Reynold let out a small groan but eventually climbed out of bed. They gathered their clothes, changed into their outfits, and settled back together.

A little later, the jet began its descent, and soon its wheels touched the runway. After the aircraft came to a complete stop, Frederick and Reynold stepped out into the cool night air. The hour was already late, and a convoy of vehicles, including Frederick’s security detail, was waiting nearby.

The driver bowed respectfully before opening the passenger door. Frederick and Reynold settled into the back seat together, and the convoy pulled away, heading toward the estate.

The ride was quiet, the city lights gradually giving way to the dark, tree-lined stretch leading to the estate gates. Reynold rested his head against Frederick’s shoulder, watching the streetlamps flash past the tinted windows until the heavy iron gates parted to let them in.

As the convoy rolled up the curved driveway, the headlights swept across an unfamiliar sleek sedan parked near the front fountain.

Frederick’s eyes narrowed. Beside him, Reynold sat up, staring through the window with a slight frown.

"Whose car is that?" Reynold asked.

Frederick kept his eyes on the unfamiliar car. "I hope it’s not who I’m thinking of," he muttered, his jaw tightening as their car came to a stop behind the vehicle.

The driver stepped out and opened their door. Before Frederick and Reynold could reach the porch, the mansion’s heavy double doors swung open. One of the head housekeepers hurried down the marble steps, her hands folded nervously in front of her.

"Welcome back, sir," she greeted, bowing her head before glancing anxiously at Reynold.

"Whose car is that, Martha?" Frederick demanded, his tone cold. "Why is there a visitor here at this hour?"

"I’m so sorry, sir," Martha replied, visibly uncomfortable under his sharp gaze. "Miss Eva arrived several hours ago. We informed her that you weren’t home, but she refused to leave. She said she knew you would be returning today and insisted on waiting in the main living room until you arrived, no matter how late it got."

Reynold’s brow twitched.

Eva.