I pull out of his grip, frustrated he’s not listening to me. “Cruz, leave it. Please.”
He pulls me in closer to him, kissing my lips, and I know his silence means he’s not going to leave it. Damn it. His hand slides down to my ass as he deepens the kiss. “You’re going to spend the day with me since you have no work.”
“Um, actually I was going to call your sister. I have a couple of things I need her help with.”
“You’re not ditching me for my sister. Whatever you need to do, I will take you. We might need to steal Jagger’s Range Rover because I can’t ride my bike with this, but that should be easy enough.”
Right as I’m about to protest and tell him I don’t want to go underwear shopping and to the doctors for the morning-after pill with him, a knock sounds at the door. He moves to standing, walking through the apartment.
While he’s distracted, I text Sloane.
DAISY: Hey, any chance we can take that shopping trip this morning?
SLOANE: I have a couple of hours. I’ll swing by and pick you up soon.
DAISY: I owe you big time, thanks.
When I glance up from my phone, I find the doctor from the other night strolling casually in.
“Ricky’s here to check out my stitches,” Cruz says as he moves over to the sofa.
“Okay.” I smile at Ricky, wondering if he could help me with my problem so I don’t have to go to the doctors. But the truthis, I don’t know this guy, and as much as he looks nice enough, I’m too embarrassed.
“Did you two meet the other night?” Cruz asks. “This is my girl, Daisy,” Cruz introduces us, smiling proudly at me. “I think you’re kind of related. Daisy was married to Valentine.”
I stand and move over to the living room where the two of them are. Ricky holds out a hand for me. “Nice to meet you, Daisy. I heard you’re in town.”
“You too.” I smile back, shaking my head at Cruz, who just shrugs, but he knows I’m not his girl even if we did just screw.
“Right, let’s see them,” Ricky says, giving his full attention to Cruz. “Did you shower with these on?” Ricky asks, sounding irritated.
I glare at Cruz. He told me it would be fine. I knew I shouldn’t have believed him. “I told him it wasn’t a good idea.”
“Shush you.” He smirks in my direction.
Ricky looks between us. “Something tells me you have been doing more than resting.”
Cruz shrugs. “When I wake up with that gorgeous girl in my bed, you fucking know it, Doc.”
I hide my head in my hands. “Oh, my God,” I mutter, moving away from them, my cheeks heating. I hide in the kitchen doing the breakfast dishes while Ricky fixes him up. I hope that Sloane will be here soon to save me.
I feel him before I hear him or see him. Jagger is behind me, watching me like a creep.
“Did you need something?” I snip. I have no idea how I’m supposed to act around him. Until he comes clean and admits it’s him visiting me at the club, this is the attitude he’s going to get from me.
He moves closer, so close I feel his warm breath on my neck. It causes a scattering of goosebumps to skate down my back. “Good to know you’re taking such excellent care of my dear brother while he is recovering.”
“Is it? See, part of me thought you might hear us and then go all caveman and break down his door so you can control that part of my life as well.” I don’t look at him as I say it, I can’t. After last night, I’m scared to look right into his eyes again. He’s had a part of me I can’t take back, and I’m still not sure what to do about it. But I know when I look into his eyes, it’s going to feel real, and that scares me.
His lips brush my ear. “Is that what you wanted, flower? Sorry to disappoint.”
“No, it’s not what I wanted. You’re a controlling asshole; you need to get a life.” I spin back to face him, thinking he will move out of my way. But he doesn’t, and I come face to face with him. My heart races.
His lips twist up at the sides as his hand comes to my waist. “I have it on good authority that you love being told what to do. Love it so much you fall apart screaming for more like a good little girl.”
My eyes rise to meet his. They are dark and filled with an arrogance that doesn’t look good on him at all. I shove him in the chest. “I fucking knew it was you.”
He doesn’t budge. Instead, his fingertips press into my sides a little firmer. “What was me?”
