Page 169 of By His Vow

Do I even want to?

Just as it has for the entire weekend, my cell sits turned off in my purse.

I should feel guilty for shutting off from the rest of the world, but Kingston assured me that Miles knew where we were if we were needed.

Selfishly, I needed this weekend.

We needed this weekend.

I feel like we’re returning stronger. That our fake union might just be a little more believable now.

Fake…is that still what this is?

I let out a pained sigh as I stare at the lights ahead of us.

“Enjoy your job that much, huh?” Kingston asks teasingly.

“I love my job,” I counter. “I’m just not sure I’m ready for reality yet.”

I startle when his warm hand lands on my thigh and squeezes lightly. “We can go back.”

I glance over at him, hating being so vulnerable with him but equally unable to stop.

“I’d like that.”

“We can go anywhere you want. We’ve got resorts or property in almost every corner of the globe. The world is your oyster, baby.”

I smile, appreciating the sentiment despite not wanting to use him for free vacations over the coming months.

I might be about to marry into the Callahan family because of a property, but it isn’t one of theirs I want. I don’t want a penny of the Callahan money. I just want what I was promised. What should be mine.

Another sigh slips free.

“You don’t want to travel?” Kingston enquires.

“Of course I do. Who doesn’t want to experience all the world has to offer? There is so much more than Chicago. Than America.”

His grip tightens, reminding me just how much I like his touch. “Stick with me, baby. I’ll show you the world.”

“That sounds a little too romantic for this situation, Kingston.”

“There are no rules here, Tatum. If I want to give you something, I will. Just like this weekend.”

“Well, you certainly gave me something,” I say, my thighs clenching. I’m pretty sure I can still feel what he gave me dripping from inside me.

“I wasn’t talking about my dick, but it’s good to know where your dirty mind goes, baby.”

“Pfft. Of course you weren’t.” I roll my eyes and shake my head.

“I’m more than happy to, though. My dick had a fucking fantastic weekend getting to know your pussy. He’s very much interested in repeating it as often as possible.”

“Please don’t talk about your dick as if it’s its own person. It’s weird.”

He chuckles as the buildings around us grow the deeper we get into the city.

The Warner Group building is looming closer and closer. As is reality.

It’s only been a weekend; not that much could have changed.

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