Excitement to tiredness, tiredness to rage, and all I can think about is getting home and seeing her.
I didn’t want to fall for her. Never in a million years did I want to let myself feel anything for anyone ever again. But here I am.
I have fallen so fucking hard, I never want to get back up.
The drive home is short,tiredness spreads across the back of my eyes but there is no way in hell I am passing up on this opportunity.
I toss the keys to Alexandre, as he calls a valet down to move my car.
“I hear congratulations are in order,” he says, his French accent strong.
“Merci, Alexandre.” I give him a soft smile before letting my eyes fall to my phone.
Me
Where are you?
I watch as the dots appear on the screen, my lips curling.
Athena
In my apartment… Why, is that Mr Lexington?
Oh, she’s playful. I move my legs, walking into the apartment block as I hover in the lobby.
Me
Thought I told you to go into my room.
Athena
Decided to stay in mine.
Pushing my tongue into my cheek, I shake my head. Locking my phone, I press the button for the lift and wait impatiently for it to arrive. The doors ping and I slide inside, pushing her floor and within seconds I am walking down the corridor.
Lifting my closed hand, the back of my fingers drum on the door. Edel answers, confused look on her face.
“Where is she?” I smile sweetly at her.
“In her bedroom,” she mutters, and I let myself in, walking past her.
I should knock, but I don’t. I push the handle down and see her laying on her back, scrolling.
“Royce.” She looks shocked to see me.
“Well, seeing as you disobeyed me.” I lean down, curling my fingers around her ankles and dragging her to the edge of the bed. Her eyes pinned to me. “I thought I would come to you, Lucky.” I wink then bend at the waist as I reach for her and throw her over my shoulder.
“Put me down,” she squeals.
My arm tightens around her body as I walk out into the lounge area, Edel’s lips twisting. “She’ll be back in the morning,” I say, my voice stern as I move for the door.
I carry Athena the whole way back to my apartment. She kicks her legs a few times, trying to squirm her way out of my grip, but it’s not happening.
“Stop fighting me, brat,” I say playfully.
I feel her body sag as we approach my door, and frustratingly I can’t grab my key.
“I’ll help.” She giggles, teasingly sliding her hand into the back pocket of my jeans as she slides the keys out.
