“Didn’t you just spank my ass for not following the rules? And now you’re throwing the rules out the window?”
He grabs my chin lightly, placing a chaste kiss against my lips. “No, the rules are just changing a bit. I have some business I have to go out of town for. If you weren’t in this state, I wouldn’t be making such an allowance. It’s only because I know you’re not feeling well. I don’t want you to be hurting while I’m gone.”
Great. I’m falling for the man who’s paying to fuck me.
“This guy, Declan, does he happen to be a drug dealer?” I ask him, and he shakes his head, laughing.
There’s no way that his Declan and my odd drug pusher Declan are the same person.
“No, he works for me.”
“Icy blue eyes, tattoos, reddish-brown hair?” I ask, and he nods. “He tried to give me suppressants when I couldn’t get them at the pharmacy.”
“Ah, he’s very anti-big pharma,” Cillian comments, and I scrunch my eyebrows.
I’ve had a bodyguard all my life. There’s no way this is a coincidence.
“Did you hire him to watch me?”
Cillian shrugs, and I sigh, pulling away from him. I feel like he’s keeping things from me, but I suppose that’s his right. This isn’t a relationship. The thought of that stings, and I’m not sure how I can separate the fact that he’s paying me for my time and maybe I don’t want him to anymore.
Of course, I’d fall for the first Alpha who showed me attention at this club. I hadn’t been keen on finding a relationship before I came here, and now I can’t help but want to ask Cillian if he wants something outside of the club.
It’s truly pathetic.
“Did you hire Declan to follow me?” I ask him.
“I think you already know the answer,mo stór.”
I probably shouldn’t feel flattered that he cares enough to pay someone to look out for me. When I look back at my interaction with Declan, things start to slot together. He wanted to help me because he was taking care of his expensive asset.
That kills the mood.
I’m not the boss’s girlfriend. I’m the boss’s very expensive investment that he doesn’t want to share. Yet he’s saying that I can touch Declan and Finn in his absence. I have absolutely zerointerest in round two with Finn. At least, I think so anyway. He might be rude, but he knows how to use his fingers.
Cillian’s fingers stroke down the side of my face and land on my lip before leaning down to kiss me again.
“Why?” I ask the words against his lips, not sure if I want to know the answer or not.
“I take care of the people who mean something to me. I’ll still have my phone. You still have my number?” he asks, both of us knowing I haven’t found the gall to reach out yet.
I nod my head, and he kisses me on the crown of my head as he gets up and begins putting his suit back on from the night before.
“I’ll be back in a few days. If you need anything, Declan will take care of it.”
“Have a safe trip.”
“Worrying about me already, Elena?” he asks as he buttons up his dress shirt and leans down to give me another kiss. “I’ll try not to let it go to my head,” he whispers against my lips.
Once he’s dressed, he leaves, and I lie there for a long time, wondering how the fuck I got myself into this mess.
Even knowing that Declan works for Cillian, I still don’t feel comfortable taking medication from a stranger, no matter how badly I need it.
At least, that’s what I tell myself after masturbating in the shower for the second time today.
“Damn, Elena, hot box the shower much?” Jade teases when she enters the bathroom.
“Sorry.”
