Page 84 of By His Vow

I take in a shaky breath as I accept my fate and snuggle into him.

His heat warms me from the inside out and damn if it doesn’t make everything just that little bit better.

“We’re going home, Lewis,” he tells the driver, forcing a lone tear to spill from the corner of my eye.

This is it. This is the beginning of a whole new life.

One that I’m not sure I’m ready for.

“Tatum. Baby.” King’s deep, raspy voice flows through my ears, bringing me back to reality.

I take a second to try to remember where I am.

His arm is still wrapped around me, and I have the steady beat of his heart in my ear.

Sucking in a deep breath, I’m hit with a shot of his manly scent.

“Let me look after you, baby.”His words from earlier come back to me and the lump of emotion returns to my throat.

“We’re home,” he says, lifting his hand from my waist to gently stroke my head.

“I-I’m awake,” I rasp.

He doesn’t say another word as he helps me from the car and then leads me into his building.

The doorman nods at us before we step into the private elevator.

I might not have been to his place before, but I’ve spent enough time at Miles’s penthouse to have an idea about what I’m walking into.

The air around us crackles with the electricity that I’m becoming used to when we’re alone as we ascend through the building.

“I’ve made a few changes since our agreement,” he says, shattering the silence.

“Changes?” I ask, still a little too sleepy to understand.

“New furniture,” he clarifies.

“You don’t need to do anything special for me. No amount of new furniture is going to make me want to live here with you.”

I glance to my right just in time to see his reaction to my comment.

“You can’t honestly think just because I agreed to this charade that I’m actually happy about it?”

His shoulders square as the lights on the panel in front of him let me know that we’re almost there.

My new home…

“Trust me, Tatum. You’ve fully expressed your displeasure over all of this.”

The second the doors part, I march out as my irritation with this man gives me a second wind.

I’ve no idea where I’m going, but I figure there will only be so many options. A private elevator to the penthouse doesn’t usually lead to a series of over-the-top apartments.

A huge set of walnut double doors with shiny chrome fittings await me.

“Go on,” Kingston encourages. “I’ve already given you permission to access everything.”

“Lucky me,” I mutter as I grip the handle and watch a little light turn green before the locks disengage and allow me to push the door wide open.

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