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I studied him for a few seconds before leaning forward and allowing his lips to touch mine. I expected it to be quick, yet it was everything but. The moment his hand firmly gripped my neck and he pulled me closer to him, I knew I was in trouble.
Never mind the fact that I allowed a stranger to tongue me down in the parking lot of my girl’s tavern. For me, it was the fact that I was taking my ass home to deal with my fiancé. The man who I agreed to marry, and he hadn’t left my place since. Right then, and ever since I said yes, I’d been looking for the small things about him that annoy me the most. At that point, it wasn’t him; it was me. I wasn’t used to having somebody in my space so often. I didn’t like it either. I was never the type to wanna party and be around people. I purposely stayed in the house and spent my time on studies and or travel. In the end, it worked out for me until I realized that the only thing I was willing to dedicate my time to was my career. I wasn’t the type to like coming home to somebody. I liked taking my ass home to my empty condo. I liked my peace and ability to be my own damn company. I thought Sabastian understood that, but truth was, he didn’t.
Once I walked into my place, I immediately rolled my eyes. He was sitting at my island, waiting for me to get in. He looked like he wanted to talk, like he had some pressing matter on his head.
“Hey.” I set my purse on the island and went to wash my hands.
He smiled in my direction before that needy ass frown flowed in. “Do you love me, Lane?” he questioned.
I nodded. “Of course I do. Why do you ask that?”
“Because… well, it’s like you keep me at an arm’s length. Then?—”
“Is this something else that you discussed with my father first?” I questioned. That was probably a petty jab, but he deserved it. “I don’t keep you at an arm’s length. This is my personality, and I don’t like to be smothered. I told you this when we first started dating.” I glared in his direction. I was pissed that he had the audacity to start with me when I was just getting in. I stepped out of my heels and just looked at him.
“So now I’m smothering you?” he questioned.
I looked at him, and as much as I wanted to yell the wordyes, I couldn’t. Instead, I looked at him and shook my head. In actuality, I really did love Bash.I think.
CHAPTER
TWO
TAURUS
I wasan only child to a woman who slowly died to a disease she didn’t even know was present in her body. By the age of ten, I was considered a ward of the state until my grandfather found me. The old man was estranged to my mother because of who my father was, but when he heard that his only daughter had died and left a boy, he flew to Atlanta from Chicago and picked me up that first day. From that day forward, shit was what it was. Pops raised me as if I were his son and gave me all the tools to survive this cold ass world. And there I was, out there surviving and making sure to be the taker before someone took from me. To me, it was just that simple, and there wasn’t a damn thing that could change my mind. Pulling up to the red light, I glanced out at the live city that never slept and shook my head. Chicago was so much more than that for a nigga like me. It was my fucking palace, and I intended to keep it that way, conquering one thing at a time.
It didn’t take me long to reach my destination. I was meeting Lane. Too bad she didn’t know that she was meeting me. I had called in a few favors for her location, and I was doing as Ipromised. What she didn’t know was the day I saw her at her girl’s bar wasn’t the first time we’d been in the same room. The last time we were in the same room, I watched her tear the state’s attorney to shreds and then cross her arms with the most-satisfied smirk. She represented one of my young bulls on some bullshit ass charges. I didn’t know how he obtained her, because I looked up her numbers, and shorty was worth a few bucks. He claimed she was a friend of the family. I never inquired what type of friend because I’d find that out from her. She was a pit bull and quick as fuck on her feet.
The moment I walked in the door, I spotted her sitting at the table alone with her eyes buried in a book. She looked like the type that thought she loved her own space. I walked over and took a seat across from her.
She never looked up from her book, but she spoke. “I think it’s considered stalking, Mr?—”
“White. Taurus White.” I admired her beauty as she finally looked up from her book.
“Hmm. What can I do for you, Mr. White?” she questioned.
“Exactly what I asked last time. Come get a meal with me.” I nodded.
She set the book on the table and looked over at me with a questioning expression. “Why?”
“Because I wanna get to know you,” I responded simply.
“I’m engaged, so getting to know me would be pointless.”
I laughed. “Nah. Your engagement is pointless. You don’t wanna be with that man no more than you want to tell me no. So for once, do some shit that you actually wanna do, love.” I stood to my feet and looked her over. I half expected her to give me more trouble, but she didn’t. Instead, she agreed to dinner with a nod.
I had gone through a lot to make sure she was at the right place at the right time so I could get to know her. She thoughtwe were exiting, but we weren’t. I grabbed her hand, and she looked at me as I nodded my head in the direction of the elevator that led up to a nice private dining spot that I ordered tuna rolls from. They were the only place that I’d eat my sushi from. Once we stepped on the elevator, she glanced in my direction before looking straight ahead. The ride to the top floor was quiet, and I could tell she was nervous. She tapped her foot the entire time. When the elevator doors opened, I grabbed her free hand and led her toward the hostess’s spot.
“Reservation for White.”
Within seconds. we were seated in the back. The waitress dropped our menus on the table before closing the wooden doors and leaving us alone.
“How did you know that I’d be here?” she questioned, gazing in my direction.
I glanced up from my menu with a smirk. “It wasn’t cheap. How about that?”
She giggled. “I guess the thought counts most. What do you do besides extortion, Mr. White?”
