Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Chapter 480 LetExplain Naked models? I tried to explain quickly, "Carl, no, I've never seen anything like that. I've only ever watched guys half-dressed at most." Whitney stared at me, disappointment clear on her face, as though she couldn't believe I was even saying it. Carter stepped closer, his hand coming up to pinch my chin. "How did I miss this side of you?" I felt trapped. There was no way out.

"Zoey sentthat video. I only watched that one guy, and it was barely half a short I clicked on it. Before I could blink, it was over. I didn't even have tto look away!" Wallace, ever the interrupter, added, "Yes, Mr. Bolton, Mrs. Bolton didn't watch naked models-she just watched a man's abs." "Exactly!" I jumped in. "Dr. Mervin said it! I'd never watch something like naked models. It could cause eye infections!" But Wallace wasn't done. "Also, Mrs. Bolton mentioned wanting to go to a club and pick out ten or so male models. She said looking at them could help her feel better and even extend her life. I can see the logic-different kinds of people have different charms. If you look at the sone all the time, it gets dull, right?" "Of course, you two are deeply in love. Mrs. Bolton isn't bored with you-she just wants a change. Pregnant women get cravings for strange things. Maybe for her, that means looking at men." He added with a smirk, "Just different kinds of men, though." I turned on him, glaring. "Dr. Mervin, your nand your behavior don't match." I wish I had a way to shut him up.

Wallace responded calmly, "Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Bolton. I won't tell Mr. Bolton about the tyou hired male models." Carter's expression turned to one of fury. "Hired... male... models? Chloe, you're really living it up!" "No, Carl, just listen!" I protested, trying to explain myself.

But he wasn't hearing it. With one swift motion, he sweptup into his arms. "Alright, we'll talk more in the room." I shot one last glare at Wallace, hoping for a miracle.

Taylor, you better be ready-if I don't find Whitney ten male models, I'll never live it down.

Carter carriedback to our room and placedgently on the bed. He tugged off his tie with one hand in an unreadable expression.

"Chloe, baby, how many times have you hired male models?" I tried to scoot away, my heart racing. "Just... just once or twice." "Once or twice?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Two times. I swear, I didn't do anything! Just helped a client, didn't even touch them." He let out a low cold laugh. "So, you didn't touch them? Is that what you regret? Are you still thinking about it? What else do you want to touch besides their hands?" I was stunned blinking. How could he twist my words like this? "Carl, that's not what I meant. I don't even like that stuff, I just... "I faltered, noticing him untying his tie. "Why are you untying your tie?" "It's too tight," he replied casually.

"But you're the one who tied it!" I protested. "Carl, I swear, I wasn't doing anything. I was just going along with Whitney. Don't listen to Taylor-he's the one stirring things up. He's a Scorpio, you know. All that nonsense about 'a garden of flowers-I only have eyes for you, my perfect flower." But Carter wasn't hearing it. Instead, he grabbed the tie and bound my hands together.

I met his dark gaze, and in my softest voice I said, "Carl, my sweet Carl, I'm not even three months along yet. I can't do anything inappropriate." He raised an eyebrow and let out a cold chuckle. "You can watch inappropriate things, but you can't do them?" I was speechless.

Once again, I had made things worse, not better.

Carter leaned in closer, and I instinctively gasped. "Carl, no..." But he didn't say anything; he just took my phone from my hands.

I froze. My phone he took it! "Chloe, I've always believed that trust is important in a relationship. Normally, I wouldn't go through your phone, but you... you've been naughty." "Please, don't look," I begged, panic rising in my chest.

In that moment, I understood why people sometimes felt the need to delete their browsing history. What if someone found it after they died? It was beyond embarrassing.

Zoey was partly to blame.

She had kept sendingvideos, and at first, I didn't have the tto watch them.

But now, with nothing to do, I... I had watched them.

With my hands tied, I had no choice but to nudge my face against him. "Please, Carl, don't look." Meanwhile Carter had already opened a video app. He scrolled through a few clips, each showing different men. Swere cosplaying, others showing off their abs, wearing masks, or dancing-there were even sdressed like corporate bosses.

I cursed the algorithm.

Once you watch something, it floods you more of the same. Carteret Keling, clearly trying to see I'd been watching.

belongs to en.ent He glanced atsideways. "Your taste is... varied, babe." "I swear, it was an accident!" I said quickly, trying to explain.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think I believe that?" Zoey, you're impossible. I told you I didn't want to watch it.

Carter's finger was poised over the screen, about to get into the page that showed all the videos I liked.

It felt like he was about to push the button on a bomb. "Carl, I'm feeling weird. My hand really hurts," I lied, hoping he'd stop.

He didn't even seem to hearas he continued tapping away.

"Over a hundred likes? Chloe, you're something else." "It was an accident! Just a slip!" It wasn't over. It was about to get worse.

A message popped up. Zoey, that troublemaker! I grabbed Carter's sleeve, trying to stop him. "Carl, don't look!" But Carter was already opening it. The chat history between Zoey andwas... well, it was a disaster.

"Hey, babe, I've got two new hotties. Wanna see?" She didn't even wait for my response and just sent the videos right over.

And then in her own comment. 'Look at these legs, that *ss! His torso? Totally insane!' Carter scrolled through, and it didn't get better. Almost every message was about guys.

I swore I had only looked because I was bored. I was just responding to Zoey.

Carter smirked, and started recording the screen. He sent it to Harlan without a second thought.

He put the phone down and gavea pointed look.

"Chloe, looks like I've been missing something. Didn't realize you were so active..., even while being pregnant. My bad." "No, Carl, it's me. I swear, I won't do it again, I promise!"

His fingers gently brushed my face as he stared at me; his voice almost teasing Baby, this isn't a brothel. I'm quite sure we don't have courtesans now as well." I just froze, unable to say anything.

"You really like those abs, don't you?" "I don't! I only like yours, Carl. Can you please untie me?"

He grinned, looking far too amused. "I've been spoiling you too much haven't? Didn't know you liked it a little rough." "I don't! I don't like it like that, Carl; the baby's still in my belly!" "It's fine. It's still small and barely formed. It won't understand." "Carl...

His fingers traced my cheek and then slid down to my lips, pressing gently inside. He looked atwith thaine.

a gaze that was almost too intense. "Keep it in your mouth."