Chapter 9Manhattan
Henri’s Ttownhouse
Master suite
Vitas had the most wonderful dream that he had a handsome and kind Mate. He dreamt he left Russia and that he wasn’t in the cellar naked, dirty, and sick but in a soft, warm bed with pillows, sheets, and a down comforter. He felt the sensation of lips meeting his. A tongue breached his closed mouth. He slowly opened his eyes, and he stared at the beloved face in front of his. It was true, it was all true! He had a Mate. Henri was his.
“Good morning, my little one, are you rested and ready for our wedding day?”
“You’re here. It’s all true. I didn’t dream the last few days. I thought I was dreaming, but it’s real,” Vitas whispered.
“Yes, it’s true. You are my Mate, soon to be Vitas Giraud. I never asked you, do you have a middle name y
