Page 15 of Shattered Union

I bite back the groan. I’m like a fucking fifteen-year-old again when I’m with her. Her sexual appetite is through the roof, she’s always ready for me and every night I fuck her until she’s too tired to want more.

“Come on,” I tell her as I lead her toward the waiting car.

“Which hotel are we staying in this time?” she asks as she releases a yawn, she’s still tired.

“You’ll see,” I say cryptically, placing my hand at the base of her back as we move toward the car.

With the amount of time she’ll be back and forth over the next couple of months, not to mention how many times I’m in London, something that’ll be more frequent once Danny and Lis’s baby comes. So, I purchased an apartment, knowing it’d be better than staying in a hotel. It’ll also give me peace of mind when I’m gone and she’s here. Knowing she’s safe.

An hour and a half later, we’re pulling up outside the apartment. I watch Callie carefully. Her eyes are wide, her lips slightly parted as she stares at me in disbelief. “Please, tell me you’ve rented this apartment.”

I shake my head. “No, babe, we need somewhere to stay when we’re here. This is in a secure building. It’s gated, no one can come in unless they’re a resident or on an approved list.”

She blinks at me, her brows knitting together as she scratches her temple. God, she’s so fecking cute.

“Come on,mo ghrá, let’s get you to bed,” I say as I slide out of the car and move around to her side and open the door for her. Holding out my hand for her to take, it’s like she’s on autopilot. Not really seeing me, but going through the motions, she’s still got those wide eyes. I’m wondering what the hell she’s thinking.

She’s silent while we enter the apartment and while I show her around. I finally had enough when she comes out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her luscious body, her silver hair tied up into a knot on the top of her head. She completely ignores me and moves to the bed, reaching for cream that’s sitting on the bedside locker, she sits in complete silence as she uses the cream on her legs.

“I gave you time, now talk.”

She turns her head and pins me with a glare, her eyes flashing with anger. Her lips purse into a scowl. “Excuse you?”

I fight the urge to smile. That fucking haughty look makes me want to push her onto her back and fuck her senseless.

“You were grand when we got off the plane. Now you’re stewing on something, so talk.”

She raises a brow at me. “I beg your pardon?”

Damn it. This shit doesn’t bode well for me. If this is her angry, I’m in for a hell of a ride. I find her cute when she’s all riled up, and I know if I told her she’d go for my balls.

“Babe,” I say, my tone is harder than it was before. “Don’t piss me off. What the fuck is going on?”

She huffs, turns her face and goes back to putting her bloody cream on. “You bought an apartment.”

I frown. What the hell has this got to do with anything? “Yeah, and?”

“Whose apartment is it?” She doesn’t look back at me, she’s keeping her gaze firmly on her legs.

“Ours, now, what the fuck?” I’m getting pissed now.

She sucks in a sharp breath and gets to her feet, wiping her hands on the edge of her towel. “Don’t what the fuck at me, Denis!” Her eyes narrowed into almost slits. “You bought a fecking apartment. Jesus. Why? We’ve been together two months, Denis, two bloody months.”

I stare at her. Wondering what the hell she’s getting at. “I know how long we’ve been together.”

Two months of sheer bliss with her, and two months of living a fucking nightmare whenever I’m around Zoe. God, my wife is a cunt, and I can’t wait for the day I get to end her life.

“This is too soon. You don’t go around buying apartments with someone you’ve not long been with,” she says as though that makes any fucking difference.

“I love you, so no this isn’t too soon.”

Her mouth drops open and her hands fall to her sides. “What?” she breathes, her eyes filling with tears. “You, what?”

I smirk. “Babe, seriously?”

She bites her lip as the tears spill over, some fall down onto her cheeks, others cling to her eyelashes. “You love me?” she asks as though it’s a foreign concept.

I look at her and for the first time in two months, I see how truly vulnerable and young she is. My woman is a force to be reckoned with. She takes everything head on and doesn’t take shit from anyone. She’s easy-going and laid back. She’s beyond her years. Right here, right now, she looks like a twenty-three-year-old. Still, she’s fucking beautiful.

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