Page 50 of Bitter Desire
I pointed a finger at him. “You gave mefive hundred thousand dollars.”
He nodded. “I did.”
“I thought you were hurt, or-or,” my throat went tight, and the words refused to come out. I couldn’t say it. I could barely even think about it. Thinking it when Law was gone had nearly sent me into a panic attack. I leaned back against the now closed elevator doors, my eyes on his broad back. “I thought you weren’t coming back,” I settled on finally.
Law moved, turning towards me and crossing the space between us. He gathered me into his arms, his touch tender. “Honey, I will always come back to you.”
I frowned. How could he sound so sure? “I know you didn’t go to work today.”
He shrugged. “That’s fine that you know. You’re right. I didn’t go.”
My hands moved, smoothing over his jacket. “Where did you go?” I asked, eyes on my fingers. I traced the lapel of his jacket, lightly touching it, following it up to his collar. I pressed the palm of my hand to the side of his neck, curling my fingers around the warm column.
“To see that little shit of an ex of yours,” he said, and my fingers flexed.
“You went to see Christian?”
“I did.” He moved, nudging me towards the couch. “Let’s go sit and I’ll tell you,” he said when I opened my mouth to press for information.
“Fine,” I whispered. I followed him because I couldn’t think of anything else to do, but I kept hold of him. The ghost of what it might be like to lose Law was still coloring my vision. My world had felt on edge, like the slightest movement could send everything crashing to the ground. I studied Law, eyes drinking in the sight of him, and I let out a deep exhalation. My man was safe. My Daddy was here.
Law was okay. We were fine.
When I let out another shuddering breath, Law’s lips turned down. “What’s wrong?”
“I thought you weren’t coming back.”
“Why would you think that?”
“The money,” I said.
“What about the money?” he asked, sitting on the couch and pulling me down beside him. “It’s only money. Why would that mean anything?”
“Because it’s too much money,” I said, shaking my head. “No one transfers that kind of money for no reason.”
“I have a reason, Honey.”
“Yeah, what?”
“I want to take care of you, princess.”
His answer punched the air out of my lungs and I let out a shaky laugh. “You can take care of me without giving me half a million dollars, Law.”
“Not the way you deserve,” he replied. His answer stunned me into silence. He kept on speaking while I stared at him, open mouthed. A lot of people, a lot of men in particular, could say whatever they wanted. All the pretty words, all the empty promises, but Law? Law actually made good on it. He wanted me taken care of. He didn’t want me to work while there was someone out there after me.
So what had he done?
He’d give me more money than I knew what to do with.
“You deserve the world, Honey. I’ll make sure there’s more deposited later in the month.”
A strangled sound escaped my mouth. “More?” I squeaked. What the hell was I supposed to do with more?
“Yes, more.” He nodded, looking unconcerned by my shock. “I meant what I said about you not working.”
“Law, you can’t just-”
“I can and I will, Honey,” he said, cutting me off and waving his hand at me. “You are not working while some sick fuck is out there looking to hurt you. That’s why I went to talk to that asshole.”
