Page 114 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Elliot is worth it.

He’s worth everything.

I make quick work of washing my hands and rinse my mouth with some mouthwash Elliot has, careful to return it to its place.

Elliot is so meticulous and tidy it makes me smile.

Such a complicated boy indeed.

I leave the bathroom only to find the bed empty. Frowning, I hover, unsure of what to do.

Before, I might have hid up here and waited for him to return. But I’ve made my choice.

It’s him.

It was always going to be him.

Feeling a newfound confidence since facing Johnathon Eaton, I pull on one of Elliot’s rugby hoodies and slip out of his room.

The Chapel, in all its ostentatious glory, still takes my breath away, and I run my fingers over the black gloss stair rail as I descend into the living room.

It’s quiet. No sign of my friends and their boyfriends; and I wonder if they’re still sleeping or whether Elliot told them all to scarper.

“I was bringing you breakfast in bed,” he glances up from the kitchen island and gives me a lazy smirk.

“I missed you.”

“You did, huh.” His gaze darkens, tracking me as I make my way over to him.

My heart races in my chest, a delicious ache spreading through me.

I love the feeling, the way he makes me feel.

I never want it to end.

When I’m near enough, he hooks his arm around my waist and draws me close. “You look so fucking good in my clothes.”

Gazing up at him, I frown.

“What?” he asks.

“You’re a lot calmer about all this than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh trust me, I’m furious that he came to you.” Anger vibrates from every inch of him.

“Elliot.” He glances away, his hand curling into a tight fist, and my heart sinks. “Look at me,” I coax, brushing my fingers along his jaw.

His stone mask is firmly back in place, but I don’t let it deter me.

“I love you. Nothing your father does or says is going to change that. You don’t have to worry about protecting me.”

“I could fucking kill him for?—”

“No. No. I don’t want you to do anything that could get you into trouble.” I lean up on my tiptoes and inhale a shuddering breath. “I have money, Elliot. More money than I’ll ever need. And the house?—”

“No. Fuck. No.” He holds me at arms length, staring at me with disbelief.

“If you’re serious about breaking free from his control this is the easiest way. It doesn’t have to be forever. Just until we figure things out.”

---