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“Ireland.”

Her pretty mouth opens and her eyes turn a breathtaking shade of bright green. “Our honeymoon,” she gasps.

I nod. “That’s the one place you said you wanted to go in all the world. It’s my job to give that to you.”

Within seconds she sets down her glass, unclasps her restraint and straddles my lap, her lips on mine. Warm hands hold onto my cheeks as she kisses me long, full and deep. I grip her ass and press into her, taking her mouth and pressing her into me wholly.

“I love you.”**kiss**“I love you.”**kiss**“I love you.”**kiss**she peppers kisses all over my face until she tugs my bottom lip into her mouth with her teeth, and at the same time, grinds her pussy into my erection.

I groan and hold her close, keeping our mouths connected until we’ve both lost our breath. We move away panting, breathing in one another’s air. Little puffs blow against my heated skin, but it doesn’t cool me. Quite the opposite. I want her.

“Chase, we’re going to get married in Ireland,” she says in a tone I’ve not heard in a while. Awe. It’s devastatingly beautiful. Right then, I promise to put that look on her face as many times as possible throughout our shared lifetime.

“We are, baby, and it’s going to be perfect.”

She kisses me slowly, then nuzzles her nose against my own. “It is, because it will be just the two of us. I thought I wanted the big to-do, to have everyone there to witness our love, but it doesn’t matter. Yes, I’ll miss the girls and Phillip, but I’m tired of waiting. I want to be your wife. I want to be connected to you for eternity.”

I grin and look at her neck. “Infinity, baby.” Bringing my hands to her neck I circle the column then drag my knuckles between her breasts. She sucks in a breath and her eyes water. Something’s missing. As I stare at her bare neck it dawns on me. “Where…”

Gillian cuts me off. “He took it.” Her teeth dig into the flesh of her lip. “I don’t know what he did with it, but he saw it and ripped it off my neck. It’s gone,” one tear slides down her face.

That fucker took the infinity necklace I had made for her. The one she was wearing on our wedding day. Not only was that important to me, it was yet another fucking thing he stole from us. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve got you. And I can get you another necklace.” I clasp her left hand and place kisses all around her engagement ring. “He didn’t get this and soon I’ll be adding to it.”

She smiles wide the moment of anguish leaving her. Then, her pretty lips turn into a frown. “But what about the ring I got you? Maria had it that day.” Our wedding day. “I didn’t think to get it from her.”

“Gillian,” I cup both her cheeks. “Honey, you know I take care of you. Right?” She nods. “I asked Thomas to find the ring and give it to me. Said I’d hold onto it until the time was right. He didn’t think anything of it.”

“Did you look at it?” Her eyebrows narrow and I shake my head.

“No baby, I didn’t. I did ask Thomas to open it and make sure it was there, but that’s it. I did not want to see what you purchased as a token of your love until our wedding day, when you slide it on my finger.”

Her smile at my words is splendid.

“Good. Because it’s personal,” she flattens her forehead against mine getting impossibly close. “And private. I want it to be for that day, and every day after.”

“I will wear whatever symbol you have given me with pride, baby. I want the world to know you own me.”

She rubs her lips along mine, not really kissing just letting her lips graze along mine. “I give you me. Everything that I am Chase…is yours.”

The words hit deep, curl around my heart, leaving a delightful impression. “I’ll want for nothing more in this lifetime.”

Chapter Ten

Daniel

It’s beentwo fucking days and no sign of her or the rich fucker. No one seems to have any idea where they are. The Italian bitch has come and gone with her bodyguard, so has pregnant Barbie, her first fuck, and his bastard daughter. Also that dress-making, hippie-looking chick and the cousin have been back to the mansion, but not my princess or the prick with a little dick.

I groan and pace the security office. Anger swells deep inside, making sweat rise to the surface of my skin, prickling and tingling. Something’s not right. Maybe they went back to the penthouse? The penthouse is tricky. It’s guarded, but the biggest problem is needing a fingerprint to access their home. Then again, the blonde bitch I was fucking, Dana could get me in. If she won’t do it willingly, I’ll cut her hand off, let her bleed out. Problem solved. She’s no longer of this Earth, and I’ve got my fingerprint scan. Of course I’ll have to find a way to disable the security camera with no one being the wiser.

Again, I pace back and forth until my boss arrives, breaking my concentration. “Elliot! Buddy, you about to start your rounds?” the fat fucker asks, using my fake name.

It was pretty easy to get. I just pilfered it from my adopted stepbrother. The one I was staying with while I figure out how to get Gillian back and take her away. My stepbrother is one of the only people who’s ever been consistently nice to me. Probably because he’s just aa big of a bastard as I am, only he doesn’t hide it very well. And he likes money, which I have a lot of. It was nothing to give him ten grand to let me hide out with him, no one being the wiser. So far, it’s worked like a charm.

“Yes, sir. Just checking out the cameras. Making sure everyone is accounted for. You know what I found strange?” I lean forward and pretend to look at the wall of cameras.

“What’s that?” He looks over my shoulder. I point to one camera. “There’s Mr. Parks and Ms. Simmons and the little girl.” Templeton nods. “And there, that’s De La Torre, with Ms. Bennett and Carson Davis. What’s weird is that I haven’t seen Chase Davis or our top protection priority Ms. Callahan.”

“Not strange at all,” he shakes his head and walks away.

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