"Duncan...please?—"
"Now we’re talking, meet me upstairs," he interrupts me.
Ah, did I miss something? Where the hell did he get the impression I wanted to go upstairs?
"What?" I ask as he leans down to whisper in my ear.
"Baby, when I hear you say, 'Duncan, please,' I want to bury my cock so deep inside you."
I pull back, putting distance between us. Holy hell, now I'm really turned on.
"No. Stop. What happened between us can't happen again. I'm leaving tomorrow, and for that matter, this was only an itch that needed scratching. Plus, I don't do relationships. I don't need or want them."
"Really, Maya, I'm not asking for forever, just tonight. This time you won't escape me. Where did you stay after you left me? I went to your room and knocked. And by the way, I threw away the best man's rose to you."
"I stayed with Ana. Wait...what rose?" I'm not about to explain my sleeping problems to him.
"The red rose that was on the floor by your door. Right now, you are mine, I don't share, so I threw it away."
My sense of flight is starting to fire as I realize what this means. My stalker isn't just sending me flowers, he is here. Someone followed me. I've put my family in danger again. The best man would have bragged if he leftme a rose. Then I remember the single red rose from the bar last night. I step out of Duncan’s arms as the song comes to an end, and I fight the urge to step back into them.
"Please, Maya, I don't beg. I need you now, and watching that arse rub all over you has me short circuiting and wanting to kill him."
I'm about to answer when a commotion at the door draws my attention. Ana has a look of panic in her eyes. What the hell? Jonathon is standing with his arm around her, talking to her.
"Duncan, something is up with Ana, I gotta go." I turn to walk away.
"What?" He swings to the door and sees Ana too. Jonathon now has a smug look on his face and Ana is crying.
"What up, girl?"
"Jonathon says we are leaving now for the honeymoon, not tomorrow like what was planned." Her smile drops and the tears continue to fall. I know why she is upset, we were going to have breakfast in the morning before I left. Jonathon's eyes fasten on me, then lower to my wrist with the bruises from where he grabbed me. I feel Duncan move behind me. He puts his hand on my lower back. Jonathon's eyes flair wide and his mouth drops open. I can see the wheels turning but can't figure out what he is thinking. He looks at Duncan, then over my shoulder. I turn to see what or who he is looking at. Stephan is standing there, glaring at Duncan. What the hell is going on?
"Mia, I'm trying to surprise my bride with an early honeymoon getaway, but, of course, all she is worried about is you," he sneers.
"Okay, this is the last time wanker, her name is Maya. Does she need to wear a bloody name tag for you?" Duncan growls.
Anais trying not to smile. I'm just trying not to yell at him for being so obvious.
"Thank you, Duncan, but I can handle this." I step to Jonathon's other side and whisper so only he can hear. "I can find my way around London, so don't worry. Like Duncan so eloquently said, my name is Maya. You might want to get used to it, because I will be keeping an eye on you." I step back and look at them both.
"Jonathon, I understand what you're trying to do. It's okay. Ana, we can get together for Christmas like you want. I'll come back. When I get home, I'll put in for leave. I'm flying out tomorrow, and I know how to get to the airport myself. I'll also make sure the wedding coordinator gets all your gifts delivered to your place."
I smile at her so she will calm down.
"Maya, this is the first time we've been in the same city in years. I was hoping to spend time with you tomorrow."
"You go. I promise I will be back. Let me go find your father while you say goodbye to Duncan." I watch Duncan take his sister into his arms as I walk away.
"James, Ana and Jonathon are ready to leave."
"Maya, darling, oh yes, let's go say our goodbyes. When do you fly home?" he asks.
"Tomorrow evening." I smile at him. I wish I could stay longer but feel the need to get my life in control and protect those I'm close to.
"I'll be in DC next week, we must have dinner. How about Georgia Brown's. I know how much you love that restaurant."
"I'm off on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. And I think it's youthat loves that restaurant. But yes, we could do that." We stop our conversation as we come up to the group.
