I breathe in her scent, getting myself under control. I lost it when I saw her in the elevator with tears running down her face. Then the doors closed, blocking from her. I punched the elevator door, leaving a fist size dent in it and making Katie and Carrie both gasp.
My father looked at in shock. He’d been on from the mont he walked into my office. Soone opened their mouth about my Savannah to him. Likely soone from security since we share the sa people. My dad has wanted to get married for years because he wants grandchildren. The problem with him, though, is he doesn’t care if I stay with the woman I marry, just as long as he gets grandchildren and I have an ironclad prenup.
I don’t need a fucking prenup.
Savannah doesn’t say a word. She’s likely worried I’ll make good on my threat to keep her from talking. I knew it wouldn’t take much. She’s always falling into when I kiss her. She lts my coldness with her light, shining on areas of my heart I didn’t know I had in . I love that about her.
In my arms she’s tense and mad, but I’ll take it over the tears. They almost broke . It was made worse because I know it was sothing I’d done put them there. I know she heard what my father said about . She may have heard so other things, too. I need to get things straight with her and to be straight with her. I’ve been hiding my urges from her because I was scared they’d send her running. It looks like my ti is up.
"Take the garage," I tell the driver. Savannah might try to run from when we open the car door. I don’t need a scene in front of the building.
"Yes, sir."
"Does he work for you?" she asks softly. She turns a little, looking up at through her thick, dark lashes.
"Yes."
"Did you put him in the flower shop to spy on ?"
"Yes."
She lets out a breath and relaxes a little more into . I feel so of the tension leave my body at her speaking to . How long can I keep her locked away before people would start to notice? More crazy thoughts about how to keep her to myself and no one finding out flood my mind.
Fuck, I’ve gone off the deep end. Maybe I could get her to stay on her own.
I move her hair out of the way and start kissing her neck. "Loka," she warns, but she tilts her head to let have her. Her brain is telling her one thing, but her body knows it belongs to .
"Sir," I hear John say, reminding we aren’t alone. How easily I get lost in her. I see we’re in the garage, and John cos around to open my door. His mouth is set in a hard line.
I’d gone off on him when he’d lost her in the subway. I had to call in a few favors to get her phone tracked so that I could find her. I didn’t want her wandering around the city all alone. Worse, alone on the subway. Soone could snatch her up and try and take her from . I don’t know how she’s been out in the world this long without having been touched before. That’s everyone else’s loss because no one else will ever put hands on her but .
I slide Savannah off my lap and then help her out of the car. I think she’s going to fight , but she follows. She does try and pull her hand from mine, but I have it in a gentle yet unbreakable hold. She does a cute little huff that has fighting a smile as we wait for the elevator.
We step onto the elevator and Savannah keeps her eyes on her feet. I pull her to , unable to stand the distance. "Sunshine, I promise I’m going to explain everything."
"I don’t want to hear about all your lovers," she snaps, her eyes finally coming to et mine. She glares at , and I hate that I’ve made her so angry.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
The elevator opens and she starts to stomp off but can’t go too far with my hand holding hers. She stops when she makes it only a few feet, lets out a little gasp.
My ho is covered in flowers and balloons. There are lit candles lining every surface and nothing is untouched. It looks like Valentine’s Day exploded in here.
She’s shocked into silence, before she turns around. "Is this for ?"
"Who else would it be for?"
"Probably one of the many won you’ve got all over town." Her words co out with a bite. I don’t like seeing her angry. It doesn’t suit her. She’s made of smiles and sunshine. I have to change this.
I grab her with my arm and turn us around, pinning her to the wall. She tries to push at my chest, but I’m unmovable. I take both her wrists and cuff them with one hand above her head.
"I don’t have any lovers."
"Liar! I make all those stupid bouquets you send them every week," she yells in my face, and she sounds like a fierce little kitten.
"Savannah, I have no idea what you are talking about." I’m genuinely shocked.
"I made one the other day for Miss Barton. The sa woman who sent you flowers today."
"I didn’t send her flowers," I growl. "I can’t stand that fucking woman. She was a client of mine. I don’t touch clients." She looks at in confusion. I’m just as confused, but I’m sure that’s not what my face is showing. I’m pissed that she thinks I’m so manwhore. That couldn’t be further from the truth. "There is only you. I haven’t noticed won in years. Fucking years. Not until I watched you walk into that coffee shop. Then you were all I noticed anymore. I can’t focus on anything but you."
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