“As will be the true villain in this scheme, darling,” he said sinisterly. “We’re pressing charges against Chelsea. I don’t give a fuck we’ll be splashed all over the tabloids, she will be. She’ll be humiliated. Ridiculed. And hopefully, after she faces the likely minimal consequences she’ll receive for her part in this plot, she’ll need to retire to some island like my mother to escape the scandal.”
But…
He couldn’t do that.
He worked so hard to protect their privacy.
Nevertheless, I didn’t think now was the time to remind him of that.
“How about we all get some sleep and discuss it tomorrow?” I suggested.
“We can do that, but I won’t change my mind,” he replied. “They’ve already phoned the Met. They’re picking her up in London for questioning tonight.”
Well, that was happening, and I wasn’t about to stop it.
Chelsea needed a good, hard scare.
“Okay, then everyone is all right. Everyone is safe. We can’t do anything about that, not that we’d want to, so let’s all get some rest,” I suggested.
“A good idea,” Fitzy decreed as Patsy started gathering the unbroken china onto a tray. “Sleep helps all ailments.”
“It’s so lucky you’re so diligent in your studies,” Chassie whispered to Christian in a my hero tone.
“Let’s go to bed,” I whispered to Battle in an I’m fine and I love you’re so pissed on my behalf, but you can chill tone.
My tone didn’t work. He scowled at me.
I hooked my arm in his and looked to Patsy and Fitzy. “Thank you guys for taking care of me.” I turned to Christian. “So much.”
Chassie beamed.
Christian nodded.
Fitzy and Patsy tutted and herded everyone out.
I guided Battle to our room.
Once inside, he turned the light on by the bed.
I sat on it as he stalked to the bathroom.
I stayed where I was as I saw the light go on there and then in the closet.
Not long later, the lights were extinguished, and he came out in blue and white thin-striped pajama bottoms.
I knew it wasn’t the time, but just to note, I would never get tired of my hot guy unintentionally modeling his never-ending supply of pajama bottoms.
“I hesitate to say this,” I began carefully, “but, love of my life, you need to chill.”
He jerked to a halt two feet in front of me.
And his head slanted sharply to the side.
“Love of your life?” he asked.
“Well…yeah,” I answered.
“Love of your life.” It was a statement this time.
