“Did you need anything else, sir?”
I shake my head, still looking at Meirna sprawled along the California king bed of the suite I booked us for ourhoneymoon.
She’ll hate me for a while for this.
But, in the long run, she liked me first. She wanted me first. And she had me first.
Alexander, my head of security, softly closes thedoor behind him and gives me privacy to deal with the long and winding road that is my wife.
Like I said…she’s going to fight me like hell for this.
Thank God, that’s all I’ve done, and I love a good brawl.
Especially when it’s sexy as fuck and I want to lose myself and my entirety in it.
Approaching the wet bar, I pour myself whatever brandy is in the room. For over two thousand dollars a night, it better be top-notch shit, or I’m going to send Alexander out on an errand.
Meanwhile, I hate not knowing which way this is going to go. I plan for everything in my life. I know every move I’m going to make and the outcomes of said actions.
But Meirna is someone I only know just beneath surface level. There are some small things I’ve picked up when we’ve been together, but nothing compared to my brother.
And that alone pisses me off.
Taking a generous sip of the golden liquid, I welcome the floral burn that hits the back of my throat and stride toward the French doors leading out to the Vltava River.
I picked this place out just for her.
All for her.
The intimate wedding, getting her away from the lavish atrocity my mother was planning to show her off as a baby-making machine that was going to shut up and have no say.
I know how it feels to be silenced by that family.
And Meirna is so much more than a pretty face and a heart of a saint.
She’s kindness.
She’s a breath of fresh air in this world of greed and unethical morals.
Not that I fall far from that tree.
However, I’d save her from anyone or anything that tried to destroy her. And that includes my own family.
The winter breeze hits my face as I step outside, just as I hear the faint patter of something racing across the hardwood floors.
Glancing over my shoulder, Meirna is in the middle of sprinting toward the door. Her brown curls bounce aimlessly against her shoulders and back when she yanks open the door, just to find Alexander in her wake.
“Pleasemove,” she pants, trying to make a move to go around him, but he’s too damn big and knows too damn well she’s not going anywhere.
Instead of answering her verbally, Alexander reaches inside the room, grabs the doorknob, and slowly closes the door softly in her face.
Her reality is coming to a full head because she’s not leaving me. Not until I can ensure her safety.
And, even then…if I’m being totally honest with myself…I don’t foresee myself letting her go at all.
“Come see the Vltava River, Meirna,” I urge gently, trying not to spook her but fooling myself because this is all new and fresh to her.
It’s all old news to me.
