Page 52 of Whispered Desire

But he's already aware of my feelings where his father is concerned.

That's why he made today so special.

Mathias provided the fullPretty Womantreatment after our passionate morning in bed. A band of stylists, a makeup artist, and a hairdresser made me presentable for this evening. The full-length navy gown I found in a luxury boutique on the Champs-Élysées shimmers down my body, and it’s the fanciest thing I’ve ever worn. Hell, this is the fanciest I’ve ever been.

And it's freaking me out.

I barely recognize the woman in the mirror.

He even got me prescription contacts, so I could skip my glasses for the evening. Though it hasn’t stopped me from absentmindedly reaching for my nose to push up the missing frames.

“You’re doing great.” Mathias hugs me close. “Do I need to provide a distraction?” His hand drifts lower to squeeze my ass, and I chuckle but shake my head.

“No, orgasms can mimic the effects of an attack. Increased heart rate. Tingling sensation. It ends up making things worse. But thanks,” I mumble, burying my head in his chest. “Just keep holding me. The feeling should pass soon. It hasn’t become a full-fledged attack yet.”

“Okay, but first, take this.” He removes a flat pill case from his wallet and offers the familiar white tablet.

“How…? When did you start carrying those with you?” I ask in wonder before swallowing the pill. It's my medication for immediate relief from an attack. I can't believe he has them.

“After that first night when I learned about them.”

“Thank you.”

He cups my face and drops a kiss to my forehead before hugging me again. “Don't thank me for looking after you, Allie. It's my privilege.”

We stand silently as I match my breaths to Mathias’s even inhales and exhales. I feel bad for distracting him with my problems when we’re here as a lastfuck youbefore executing the plan for revenge against his dad tomorrow.

When he finally shared what he and his brothers had been searching for all those hours in their office, I was relieved to know it’d come to an end soon.

Although, that just means they’ll move on to Luca’s dad next since he put out a hit for his illegitimate son.

Such an intricate web.

And dwelling on it isn't going to help your current situation.

Refocusing on my breathing, I slam the door on thoughts about tomorrow but then an anxious voice taunts.

But those aren't the only worries you have…

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

MATHIAS

I decide to call it a night once Allie starts feeling better. The rest of the guys can keep up appearances without me. Especially when staying isn’t worth Allie’s discomfort.

“Let’s go back to the hotel. Justin is waiting downstairs in the car,” I say, guiding Allie out of the room toward the coat check, despite her protests.

“I’m sorry for cutting things short. You don’t have to leave with me.”

“I’m not abandoning you. Not when you’re so vulnerable. You should know me better than that by now.”

Her arms slide through the coat sleeves as I hold it for her before pressing the elevator button. The moment the silver doors close for our descent to the ground floor, she rests her head on my shoulder and sighs.

“I do. I just hate being a burden.”

“You're not a burden,” I growl, though it's useless to argue when she's so fragile.

Numbered buttons light up for each level we pass until a bell rings and we exit. Justin—a Blackthorn soldier doubling as ourdriver—waits with our car outside then slips into the driver's seat for the trip to L’Hotel de Marc.

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