Add to it that I know Hayes has a very non-vanilla sexual past, and probably has been with more than one woman at a time, and I damn near puke.
I don’t think he would cheat on me, not truly, so I try to stop those images in their tracks. However, what if I’m not enough for him? What if one woman isn’t enough to satiate his sexual appetite?
It’s early evening now, and I’m on a videocall with Ursula, pacing in front of the window at the back of the house. I voice that last thought to her.
“What do you think, Urs?” But I don’t wait for her to reply. “I mean, you have multiple boyfriends, so you need more than one man to appease your sexual needs.”
“Okay, ouch.”
I grimace. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it quite like that.”
“I don’t have three boyfriends because I’m a ravenous, horny bitch.” She shrugs with a smirk. “I mean, I am, but that’s not the reason I’m with Barrett, Jacob, and Drake.” Her face softens. “I love all of them, and they each offer me something different that I need.”
I drop to the sofa. “That’s what I’m afraid of. What if I’m not enough for Hayes?”
“That’s your past experience talking.”
“You’re channeling Keifer’s counseling mind?”
“Only because he’s constantly spouting counselor advice and trying to improve me. Just give me the prescriptions, asshole; I don’t need the rest. Plus, he’s supposed to be my VP of operations and logistics, not my psychiatrist.”
She shakes her head. “We’re getting off topic; back to your situation. I really think you’re worrying about not being enoughwoman for Hayes because you’re projecting from being cheated on.”
I sigh, knowing that’s it, or at least part of it. “But I could still get him killed.” This is averyreal possibility and isn’t me projecting. “Maybe I should just come back to Berlin.”
“I don’t think that’s what you need.” She leans toward the screen, studying me. “But if it’s what you feel you need right now, then come back. This will always be your home, Leeva.”
Do I do it?
My urge to run—my default—wants me to. But the thought of leaving Hayes…
Heaving out a rough breath, I rub my forehead, feeling like it’s tightening with a vise, warning of another migraine. “I should let you go. It’s super late there.”
“I’m here to talk if you need.”
A beeping at the front door, like the code is being unlocked, draws my attention. I had given Hayes both the code to the front gate and the door, and my pulse leaps at the thought of him being here. Coming home.
Jesus, I have it bad.
The door opens, and he walks in. At the sight of him, it’s confirmed: I have it worse than bad.
He’s so lethally beautiful it makes my heart kick in my chest. The sharp lines of his face and jaw; that ebony hair and those blue eyes. His tall, lean, strong body that moves like a wild animal.
My smile blooms as my eyes meet his, but it falls quickly when I see how serious he is. And then I see who enters behind him and shuts the door.
Ash.
I had made Hayes promise that he’d talk to him today, but the fact that the president of the MC is here, in my home, tells me he has something to say.
He’s probably here to tell me to leave town and leave his family alone so I don’t get Hayes killed.
“I…I have to go, Ursula,” I say without looking away from the guys.
“Leeva, what’s going on? Are you okay?” she demands.
My eyes swing back to the phone, and I try to smile. “Yes, I’m fine.”
She nods. “Call me anytime, day or night.”
