Page 36 of The Merciless King

But she can hear me.

“Get me the names. Two hours. I will be there tomorrow.” I growl darkly, then end the call, looking pissed off.

I walk back to Gianna, ignoring her tense security, and cup her face.

“I’m sorry, Gianna. Something has come up.”

Her face falls. “What is it?”

“I need to return to Europe.” I shake my head, annoyed. “You were amazing. Every inch of you.” I drop my lips to hers and roughly kiss her.

“For how long?”

I smile inside.

Come to daddy, sweetheart.

Or rather, take me to yours.

CHAPTER NINE

GIANNA

What? No.

Braxton is leaving the country.

He can’t leave. I don’t want him to go.

Panic slices through me as I try to think of a million reasons he should stay.

What about being pregnant? Fuck, that’s physically impossible to know right at this moment and that would be a bitchy thing to say. I don’t want to trap him. I want him to stay, and he was just about to ask to see me again.

He wants me too.

Think, Gianna. Think.

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