Page 43 of Blood and Beauty (Owned by The Don)

"Both. And you didn't answer my question."

He adds a dash of cream and a spoonful of sugar, then turns to me, cup held up in question. I nod my head and take a seat at the island as he places the cup in front of me. He turns back and starts taking food from the breakfast plate and splitting them into two portions, placing a plate in front of me with a fork when he's done.

"Your roommate sleeps like the dead and has been since I left. Sergio had copies made of your apartment key while you were at my house for the week, both your guard and I have one."

He says it casually, like it's no big deal. Which I guess in his world, it isn't, but in mine, it's just another invasion of privacy that he gives daily.

"This is a dorm building. You can't just have keys made without the school's knowledge."

He shrugs as if what I said is indifferent and not important.

"It's an apartment building on campus, at best you could call it student housing. And since I've paid them well over fifteen grand in tuition fees and own all the clubs their students flock to, I think I can have a couple of keys made."

He waves his hand before my plate, gesturing for me to take a bite. I eat a piece of bacon and sip my coffee. I have too many questions wanting to fly out of my mouth that I can't eat in peace because of them.

"How many clubs do you own?" I ask him skeptically.

He washes his hands in the sink, looking much too comfortable in my house. I hate that I somewhat like the sight of it.

"Most of them are in California, but I own a few in most major cities. Chicago, Las Vegas, New York City. A couple in Florida and Mexico." His voice darkened when he mentioned the last place and I decided not to ask any further questions in regards to that. This man really did have every connection everywhere.

I started eating the food he made me. It was perfectly cooked, the bacon crisp and eggs fluffy. It sparked another question in my head.

"If you're capable of making an edible meal, why do you have Javier cook for you?"

He raised an eyebrow at me, like I should know the answer to this already.

"Because I don't cook like Javier cooks. Quite frankly, I don't have the time."

I guess he didn't, with all the club owning and gang activity. He looks at me as I sip more of my coffee.

"Finish your breakfast. We have a long day ahead of us."

I scoff and get up with my now empty plate, walking it to the sink and rinsing it off before placing it in the dishwasher.

"Wedon't have anything planned today.I'mgoing to take a shower and when I get out,you'llbe out of here."

I brush past him, but his next words stop me in my tracks.

"Juan Carlos has been staying at a rental house about three blocks from here. My security notified me this morning."

It's always something, isn't it?

"What's that have to do with you and me?" His eyes darkened and for a second, and I let myself believe that he might care for me a little bit, but I pushed the feeling back as soon as it came, knowing he's incapable of doing such a thing.

"You know exactly what that has to do with us. It means thatyouwill be undermywatch twenty-four seven. And my men and I will see to it that he doesn't even get a second of you being alone."

I groan loudly, knowing exactly what this means now.

"So you and your boys are going to stalk me every second of my life. What's next? Do you want to sit in the bathroom with me while I shower?"

His eyes darken with a hint of desire and I will my panties to stay dry.

"I'd rather beinthe shower with you, but we'll save that for another day. Right now, you need to go get ready. Wear comfortable shoes, we're going to replace the ones you wore last night.

I roll my eyes at him. It's not like I'll have the opportunity to wear heels again anyway.

"What else do you have planned? Going to my doctor's to find out my blood type?" He's unphased by my comment and it makes me concerned.

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