His deep voice works over my body, sending goose bumps across my flesh.I pull my top lip between my teeth and close my eyes, trying to shore up my emotions.He found me.
I turn around and play coy.Tipping my head to the side, I slide my sunglasses down my nose and look him up and down.He’s in a pair of tan Chino slacks and a black button-down shirt.He looks relaxed but still professional.
“Are you following me?”I ask as I smile up at him.I’m in a pair of high-heeled boots, yet he still towers over me.
“Sweets, you ran out on me.I wasn’t done with you.”He pauses, like he’s contemplating something.“I doubt I’ll ever be done with you.”
My heart beats faster at that implication.
This time I’m not playing coy or joking.I push my sunglasses to the top of my head.“I thought it was just a one-night thing?”
“What part ofyou are minenowdid you not understand?”He leans down and whispers in my ear.“I took that virgin cunt.That makes you mine.You gave it to me.You took my hand, knowing I’m a man who doesn’t say something just to say it.You, better than most women, know what kind of man I am.You submitted to me.”
I lick my lips, trying to come up with something, and he pulls me into his body.Before his head can lower to kiss me, “Purple Lamborghini” blares from my phone.I know who it is.I glance around, wondering if he’s having me followed again.I told him earlier I didn’t want a detail on me anymore.I even threatened to leave if he didn’t stop.
“What?”I answer as I pull away from Patrick.
“Where are you?”Alek asks.
“I took a walk.Since you’re asking, I’m assuming you took my threat as real and pulled the detail from me.”
“Well, no.They lost you,” he says.At least he’s honest.
“I will leave Vegas, Alek, if you don’t stop right now.I need my own life.I’m taking your advice, but you need to stop.”
I hear a growl and look up at Patrick.His jaw is locked and his teeth are clenched.
“What was that?”Alek asks.
“Nothing.I have to go.I’ll talk to you soon.Pull them, or I’m on the next plane out of here.”I threaten again, and this time I didn’t imagine the sound.
Patrick yanks my phone from my hand and starts talking to Alek.
“I’ll have a detail on her before the end of the day.She’s mine to protect now.”
I hear my brother shouting, but Patrick hangs up on him.He fiddles with my phone for a bit.Then his phone rings, and he saves his number in mine.I look at the contact.His.And start laughing.
“Patrick, you can’t just take over.Alek has a point.Think of Roisin.She needs you.Alek made sure to tell me both of your parents were killed.I lost my father because he was Russian and my mother was Italian.I won’t do that to you.”
“Who told you that bullshit?Your brother?Should I remind you he’s married to my cousin?Doesn’t matter.You’re meant to be mine, even without giving me that sexy V card of yours.I knew it the moment you stepped foot on that stage.The minute the lights flashed over you, I knew you were mine.I tried to fight it, but you can’t fight fate.”
“Patrick.I just don’t know.”
He pulls me toward the door.“Let’s go get you a real lunch, and you can tell me who the fuck put his lips on you.I’ll kill the next man who does that, you hear me?”
I fight him.“Patrick, I need to see the pharmacist.I need to get a day-after pill.”
“Oh hell no.Nuh-uh.No way.I purposely bathed you in my cum, sweets.You’ll be carrying my baby before the New Year, because I’m keeping you.And there is no way you’re leaving Vegas or me ever again.”
He reaches down and lifts me over his shoulder.People are watching, and one guy starts recording us.
“It’s okay.I’m not being kidnapped, per say,” I tell everyone.“I know him.”
“I’m her man,” Patrick announces to the whole drugstore.
I drop my head to his back and hold on.
“Patrick, you know that’s going to go viral.Everyone will know.”
