Page 122 of Save Me

It’s his rich, spicy scent mixed with my sweet lavender scent. Our signature scents melded together.

It’s the damn silk pillowcases he uses for the pillows because he knows silk won’t dry out my curls.

And it’s the warmth I feel when I run my hand along the side of his bed. Yes, it’s empty, but I know he’s still here. The warmth from the sheets tells me he vacated the bed not too long ago.

My body hums in satiation and slight soreness as I roll over. The memories from the night before come back to mind. The possessive way he took me in his office and then again in the bathtub. Just thinking about them makes my nipples hard. I squeeze my thighs together.

I’ve never felt this damn sex crazed in my life.

Then again, I’ve never been with anyone like Dae before.

“You’re going to be my wife one day soon, Kennedy.”

His words from last night pierce the veil of lust that started to form. I immediately sit up in bed and look around. For what, I don’t know. I know he’s not in the room with me. I would feel him. And then there’s the fact that whenever we’re in a room together, he has to touch me somehow.

“His wife?” I mumble to myself. I can’t even figure out how I feel about those words. They should scare the hell out of me.

No, they do scare the hell out of me.

Yet, I’m not on my feet, heading for the nearest exit. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply.

“I knew that snake was up to something.”

Blackmon’s words come barreling through my mind like a tornado.

“You’re helping him, aren’t you?” He accused me of being Dae’s right hand in trying to take him down. His words struck me when he first said them because I had no idea he and Dae were still working together in any capacity.

Dae had told me he and Blackmon severed their working relationship a while back.

I bite my bottom lip as I replay the conversation in my mind. I meant to ask Dae about it yesterday, but that was before I met with Nicole. Then I all but forgot about it when I arrived at the Black Opal, and he fucked my brains out on his desk.

Then again in his bathtub.

I shake those memories away. I have to focus on the questions at hand. If Dae told me he no longer has a working relationship with Blackmon, what is this deal with the Global Group Blackmon's talking about?

Is what Blackmon suggested true? Is Dae somehow using me to take him down for his gain?

I rip the sheets and covers away from my body and toss on the first thing I can find. Naturally, it’s one of Dae’s shirts because the bastard has a habit of taking my clothes from the night before and putting them somewhere I can’t easily access them.

I button the shirt before heading down the stairs. The smell of freshly brewing coffee hits my nose as soon as I’m at the stairwell. I follow the scent past the massive living room and into the kitchen.

I’m hit with the sight of Dae with his back turned to me. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. My eyes roam over his sculpted back, down to his narrow waist and tight ass.

I will myself to pull it together.

“Are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to give me my morning kiss?” he asks, his back still to me.

“Neither,” I declare, folding my arms over my breasts.

He abruptly turns to me with an eyebrow raised. After placing the carton of eggs in his hand on the kitchen island, he takes a few steps toward me. He stops when I take a few steps back, keeping the distance between our bodies.

“Are you working with Blackmon?”

He cocks his head to the side and slowly blinks. When his eyelids open again, his gaze is closed off. I inhale a deep breath because I don’t like that look. A niggling feeling at the back of my neck tells me he’s trying to keep something from me.

His eyes narrow. “Did he tell you that?”

I shake my head and take another step back. “Don’t go back to answering my questions with questions, Dae.”

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