Page 14 of Wet Summer

“Sloane, do you have feelings for my girl too?”

“No.” His indignant tone confirms his negative response. I don’t have to worry about him, but this motherfucker just sent doubt barreling into my gut.

“Look, I don’t have time for your shit. I didn’t leave work early only to waste my day dealing with you. My woman wouldn’t leave me again.”

“Then why did she call me?” He turned his phone toward me, and there was a call from her about an hour ago. I’m on my phone right away, calling her cell phone.

I wasn’t born yesterday and if he believes that I’ll fall for that without more proof, then he has another thing coming. He can think whatever he wants, but it isn’t just a place to stay. My woman craves me. When I left this morning, the longing and desperation in her eyes were visible. It’s one of the many reasons I had to come home as fast as I could, and I’m grateful I did. “Summer, your bodyguard is here to pick you up.”

“That’s what he said when he texted me, but I thought you didn’t want him near me. Why would you send him? Are you breaking up with me?” The heartache in her voice sends me over the edge. My fist lands so fast on the asshole’s face, sending him to the ground.

“Get rid of him. I need to see my woman and if he doesn’t leave, call my buddies on the force.”

“Damn, you better marry this woman soon before anyone else tries to stake claim to her.”

“I know. Fucking hell, but first, I have to fix what I messed up.”

I jump back in my car and speed to the front of the house, park, and then race up the steps. The second I’m inside, I see her bringing down her suitcase. I yank it from her arms. “Baby, you ain’t going, anyway. I don’t want to see those things unless we’re going on vacation. I only called because that bastard was outside saying you called him first, saying you were being held against your will.”

“But I didn’t…” She goes to pull out her phone to show me, but I press my hand to hers and stop her.

“I believe you. I love you, Summer, and I knew you didn’t want to run away with your old bodyguard because you could have before we even met.”

“There’s something I have to confess.”

“What is it?”

“There’s a reason I didn’t tell your father about my mother’s lies sooner.” I wait for her to tell me, but she pauses, twisting out of my arms and pacing the foyer. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Babe, just tell me.”

“At first, I wanted to tell him to run as fast as he could away from her, but then he showed me a picture of you and well, I couldn’t wait to meet you, be close to you.”

“So why were you denying your mother’s request to seduce me?”

“You heard all of it?”

“No, I heard enough and figured it out after she’d been arrested.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Well, you can be a little sorry for not taking her up on that plan. I had several days of taking myself in hand, stroking my dick, aching to get between those thighs.”

“I’m surprised you just didn’t find someone else to do it for you. You told me I wouldn’t hear you from my room.”

“I lied. No woman has ever been in this house with me.” I run my hands through my hair. “No woman has been with me ever.”

“What?”

“Is it that hard to believe?”

“Yes.”

“It’s not. We live in a computer generation. In fact, I did most of my college degree online after my mother’s and grandparents’ deaths, and I didn’t leave the estate. It’s not like I’m out meeting women. Even though I do a lot of business deals, I’m not actually out socializing after the job is done. I’m the uncool Batman. My Dad has been pestering me for years about my dating life.”

“What does he think of us? He’s got to hate me, doesn’t he?”

“Are you kidding? He practically tossed you into my bed and demanded I tie you down and breed you.”

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