Page 114 of Save Me

Little Warrior: Hey, I’m on my way to the Black Opal now.

I glare at the screen. A million questions run through my head, and she’s the only person I want answers from.

I call my security team.

“Mr. Kim,” my security answers.

“Make sure to park Kennedy Townsend’s car in the reserved spot when she arrives,” I order before hanging up the phone.

Without thinking, I’m out of my office, nearly knocking Jersey over.

“What’s the rush?” she asks.

“Do you need something?” I ask her, not bothering to stop.

“You’re leaving your office, so I can imagine who’s about to show up,” she says behind me with laughter in her voice. “Don’t you think it’s time you introduced me to her?” She follows me.

“No.” I don’t stop on my way to the entrance of the club. I plan to be the first face she sees before entering. But Jersey’s words stop me.

“I was coming to your office for something. We need your signatures on these documents.”

“Later.”

“Can’t wait. I have to send them out first thing in the morning. They’re the final documents we must send to the Global Group. We need this before we can proceed with the next steps of this partnership.”

“Shit,” I grit out. I glare at Jersey before doubling back to my office. The task isn’t as quick as she made it seem, but after ten minutes of electronically signing the fucking documents and ensuring that all three of us—Taehyun, Jersey, and myself—had signed the documents, I leave to find Kennedy.

My security staff informs me that she’s already arrived and headed straight for the Lavender Room where her family is.

That’s where I head. The private room is on the fourth level of the club, which gives enough privacy for our clients to host their exclusive events out of the public eye. As soon as one of the security staff guarding the door sees me, he steps aside, opening the door for me to enter.

I nod at him and allow my gaze to scan the room, large enough to host a ball. The white and lavender marble floor reflects the gold trimming and accents of the large pillars spaced throughout the room. The strategically placed lighting disperses enough light throughout the room to reflect the lavender walls and accents, making the entire room feel as if it's bathed in lavender.

The splendor of the room doesn’t hold my attention though. I’m looking for one person.

When my gaze moves toward the head of the room, I spot her. Kennedy’s back is to me. Every muscle in my body tightens as I watch her in a backless, black dress that stops a few inches above the knee. She’s paired the dress with gold high heels and wearing her curly locks down, free hanging around her shoulders.

My fingers itch to grab a fistful of her hair and pull her to me until she’s begging me to let her come.

“There was a work situation,” I hear her tell her brother as I approach.

He’s the one who notices me first. He immediately narrows his eyes in suspicion.

Kennedy gasps in surprise when I wrap my arm around her waist from behind while I continue to meet her brother’s glare.

“Dae,” Kennedy says as she spins to face me. She smiles, but then it drops.

“You’re late,” I say, finally looking from her brother to her.

“I sent you a text,” she responds as if that’s enough. As if she’s not dressed in this come-fuck-me outfit in public without me by her side. I force myself to tamp down my anger.

“You didn’t explain where you were,” I say in the calmest voice I can muster. But it still comes out sounding possessive as fuck. I’m not even sorry about it.

Kennedy’s eyebrows narrow, but before she can reply, her brother says, “Who the hell are you to ask where my sister was?”

He approaches, and his eyes drop to my arm, still locked around her waist. “And why is he touching you like he knows you?”

“Kyle, calm down,” Kennedy says with impatience. “He’s—”

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