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I find myself smiling like a damn lunatic.
“I do. I will, unfortunately, do whatever it takes.”
“Why unfortunately?” Saylor asks, cocking her head to the side, hair falling into her face.
Brushing the hair away with one hand, unhurried, I hold her gaze.
“Because now I have this to lose, and it’s terrifying to be willing to do whatever it takes to keep you.”
I’d kill for her. Lie for her. Die for her. Send myself to hell if she asked me to disappear. Find a way to return to her if she wanted me back.
“You’re looking at it wrong.Fortunately,we found each other and will do whatever it takes to be together.”
I swallow down the fear because every time she talks, my dick moves inside her.
“Agreed. Even if your positivity is alarming my sensibilities in all ways.” I stand up, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist. “Saylor.”
Her name is a drug. She’s all I think about. It’s baffling and scary.
“You say my name like you like it. You made fun of it, remember?”
I let her slide off my dick and down my body so she can stand behind a chair. I turn her around, guiding her hair over one shoulder to get it out of my way.
“I made fun of a lot of things before I knew you, and now you’re the only weakness I’ll admit to, but don’t flatter yourself too much,” I whisper, the last part, giving her words back. “It’s only the biggest deal there ever was for me.”
Saylor presses her lips together to contain a laugh, looking over her shoulder. Letting my hands run over her shoulder blades and down to the small of her back, I push her forward with my other palm, so she’s bent over the chair. She spreads her legs, and I slide into her slippery cunt. Sighing, I tip my head back and let myself feel itall.
I’m so far under, I don’t know how to exist here. How do I keep myself from drowning?
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
saylor
“Please,the café is right around the corner. The security detail can be right around the corner if they need to.” I clasp my hands in front of my chest, begging. “Mother, we’re leaving tomorrow. I just want to have one real date with Brody in Portugal. We won’t stay long. You know he’ll keep me safe. It’s a café, not a prison.”
I must admit, it makes sense why my parents have so much trepidation in allowing me freedom. I got myself kidnapped, for god’s sake.
“Saylor,” she drawls. “We aren’t far enough away from them for that much freedom. Why don’t you have a date at the restaurant at the hotel? Better yet, room service, darling. I don’t think you understand how dreadful it was for me while you were being held hostage.”
Staring, unblinking, I wait for her to hear the hypocrisy in what she just said, but I don’t hold my breath.
Dad butts in. “What your mother means is that this has been a lot. You’re our baby, Saylor. You can go on as many dates as you want when we’re back in the States. It’s not safe here. For any of us.”
I stamp a foot, irritated with my mother’s attitude already and that they’re making me feel like a child.
“I’m an adult. I can go if I want,” I say, placing one hand on my hip.
“Just like you took a sail around the world like you wanted? Just like you got yourself captured and needed special forces to get you out? Did you want that? Just like that, Saylor?” My mother’s words are laced with a promise to make my life miserable if I don’t obey, but her voice shakes as she speaks, so it gives me pause.
I toss up my hands.
“This is a totally reasonable request. Food at a café,” I huff. “Will I need security back home? Are you going to make these guys live in my house? Work out on the Pilates reformer next to me in class? The grocery store?”
Dad shakes his head, and I can tell he feels bad.
“It’s a product of who you are. You’ve been through a lot. It’s going to get worse before it gets better, Saylor. The news outlets have been following this story since you were captured. Think of how intriguing this whole thing looks to others. The phone calls for information have been incessant. You’re going to have to talk to the media, and then your face will be all over the internet. Unhinged people will come out of the woodwork. Our friends will be asked if they know anything. Whether you want to admit it or not, this does affect all of us. We like Brody. We want you to continue that relationship. It’s just going to have to be done in a more secretive way.”
What he’s trying to convey hits me square in the chest.
