Page 13 of Undefeated Love
Alex stepped out of the shower and followed her into the bedroom. “Babe, what the fuck are you talking about?”
“Babe?” There was that word again. It made the hackles along her spine stand up. “Have you forgotten my name?” She picked up her bags.
“Fuck!” Alex shook his head.
“No, Alex. You’re never going to fuck me again.” Katlin strode out of the bedroom and through the living room. She snapped her fingers twice and Damnit was at her side as she walked out the door of the apartment.
She was prepared to take the stairs but hit the elevator button for down. Luck was with her, and the doors opened. She stepped in and pressed G for the garage level. She knew there was a camera in the elevator. At that moment, she didn’t give a shit that she was wearing nothing but a robe.
As she passed the key box, she reached inside and grabbed a set. Stepping into the garage, she hit the fob and smiled when a sports car’s lights blinked. She threw her bags into the trunk, followed Damnit into the car, and pulled out…just as Alex appeared in the garage door wearing nothing but a towel around his hips.
She was so tempted to roll down the window and flip him the bird. If she did that, though, she might hear the words he was screaming.
CHAPTER6
Late That Afternoon
Alex chased Katlin out into the hallway only to watch the elevator doors close. He wanted her to come back and talk about whatever was making her upset. Not that he had much time to placate her.
His watch buzzed with a reminder that he needed to leave in five minutes. When she’d arrived, he’d been in the operations center deciding whether to leave earlier than originally planned. Downtown traffic had already started to jam due to the premiere.
He had a few minutes. Rather than waiting for the elevator, he ran down the steps all the way to the garage wearing nothing but a towel. He made it in time to watch Katlin pull out in the BMW convertible. He wished the top had been down so she could have heard him begging her to stop.
No problem, every Guardian vehicle had a tracker. So did Katlin and he had the code to find her. On the way to pick up JJ, he would call Kat and smooth everything over. She’d be waiting for him in his bed when he returned after the premiere.
He headed back to the penthouse apartment. Of all the nights for Kat to show up, why did it have to be that one? If she’d only stayed away one more day, all of this would’ve been over.
In truth, he wasn’t looking forward to escorting JJ to her premiere. Her boyfriend should have been doing this. But she’d very publicly dumped him three nights ago when she caught him kissing and groping another starlet at a packed downtown club. JJ had cried on Alex’s shoulder until he’d agreed to take her to one of the biggest nights of her life.
Alex entered the penthouse bedroom. The unmade bed smelled like sex. He grinned. Sex with Katlin was always the best, although he didn’t have anything to compare it to in the last several years. He hadn’t been tempted by another woman since Katlin walked back into his life.
He spied his boots beside the bed. Damn. He’d been in such a hurry he hadn’t even taken off his boots…or pants. He’d been so damn rough.
He sat on the edge of the bed and buried his head in his hands. Her words echoed in his mind:I am not a warm body with orifices for you to stick your dick into. That’s exactly what he’d done to her tonight. “I am such a fucking dick.” He knew better than to wham bam her then get up and shower. Katlin deserved to be finessed. He’d fucked her like she was a bar pickup.
His watch buzzed with the two-minute warning. He had to get dressed and downstairs. As he opened the tuxedo bag, a note floated out. Quickly reading it, he wondered if Katlin had seen it. Even to him it sounded as though he and JJ had been having an affair and intended to continue it tonight. Katlin had accused him of breaking their engagement promises. Was that what she’d been talking about?
Damn JJ.
Alex had always been faithful to Katlin. Although JJ had often offered and tried to throw herself at him several times, he made sure that she knew he was taken. And he was. Completely. He loved Katlin.
But he’d fucked up. He had plenty of opportunities to tell her that he was escorting JJ to the premiere. Had he been honest with her, perhaps she wouldn’t have stormed away.
He quickly put on the tuxedo that was surprisingly comfortable. After agreeing to escort JJ to the premiere, he’d bitched about hating to wear tuxedos because they were so uncomfortable. They never fit him correctly, especially because he was always carrying a weapon. By the end of the night, he couldn’t wait to take it off. JJ had confessed that she felt the same way about the dresses she was forced to wear. She agreed to buy him a custom-made designer suit and vowed that she would find a comfortable dress.
Alex glanced at himself in the foyer mirror and noticed there were no yellow roses. The housekeepers always placed at least a dozen yellow roses on that table whenever Katlin was in residence. He’d text the building staff so there would be flowers waiting for her when she returned.
He couldn’t bear to think about her not returning to him. As he headed down to the waiting limousine, he couldn’t remember if he’d told Katlin that he loved her. Of course he did. He always told her how much he loved her, especially as she laid in his arms in the afterglow of lovemaking. But there was little cuddling. He’d rolled out of bed and got right into the shower. Somewhere in there he must’ve told her how much he loved her. Hadn’t he?
As soon as Alex hopped into the back of the limousine, he immediately tried to call Katlin. The first time, he didn’t bother leaving a message. He simply hung up and tried again. It flipped to voicemail. “You’ve reached the voicemail for Katlin Callahan. You know what to do with the beep.”
At the tone, he almost started to call her babe in his brain as he prepared for what to say. “Kat, I’m so sorry. Please call me back so we can talk about this.”
He stared at his phone debating if he should call her right back again, hoping she picked up. Maybe she was on a call to one of the women on her team, bitching about what an ass he’d been.
He quickly texted her:
Kat. I’m so sorry. You were right. I acted like a dick to you. When you get this, please call me. I love you.
