We move through an empty hallway with several doors until we reach the massive brown ones, and he kicks them open withhis foot. The room has nothing but a king-sized bed right in the middle. He heads straight to the bathroom with several mirrors, a huge bathtub, a shower stall, and so many bright lights I instantly hate it. “What are you doing?” He places me on the counter near the sink, then turns on the shower, adjusting the water until I see hot steam fill the space.
“Get warm and relax your muscles, but I don’t want you taking a bath, or you might fall asleep hungry. You can either wear my robe or wear the clothes prepared for you. They are on the bed. You have thirty minutes, and then I want you to join me downstairs for dinner.”
“Is there anything else you want?”
I hope he hears in my tone what I think about his orders.
“So much, but you aren’t ready to hear about that. Don’t test my patience,moy cvetochek,it’s already running thin.” He taps on my nose, and I slap his hand away, hating how my stomach flutters at such a light touch.
He made my body addicted to him, and now he can use its weakness, but I won’t let him.
I won’t be a fool who is led by her hormones.
He walks off and shuts the door behind me while I ponder my options. I quickly remove the dress, hating the wet fabric on my skin, and step into the shower, welcoming the hot water.
My stomach rumbles, and I know it’s for the best that I will go down. Levi might be a psychopath. However, he won’t spike my drinks or take me by force.
I do not doubt this.
So, eating to regain my strength and hanging out with him to make a phone call is a good plan.
I just hope the said plan won’t bite me in the ass by the end of the night.
Levi
Gavin places the last dish on the kitchen island and sighs. “Let’s hope she eats this time. Call me if you need us. Otherwise, we’re heading out for the night.”
“I won’t be calling.”
“Well then, good luck.”
He leaves via the kitchen door leading to the garden, heading to his house, while I lean back in my chair, watching various foods he made, chuckling.
They are all Lavender’s favorites, since I made him memorize all her preferences.
It’s going to be her house and her staff someday, so they might as well get a head start.
My phone rings, and my brow furrows when I notice Ian’s name flashing on the screen.
Despite Wyatt becoming my best friend, our deep bond never transferred to Ian, meaning we were civil toward one another but never stayed in each other’s company longer than necessary.
I don’t even remember us talking without Wyatt present. It’s not that we don’t like each other. We just never clicked in any way, and I never understood his friendship with the Boston Bratva’s heir either.
So this call has trouble written all over it.
“What’s up?”
“I need your help.” I sway my whiskey glass, watching the ice melt inside it while waiting for him to elaborate. Compared to Wyatt, Ian chooses his words methodically and never rushes to make his point. He’s also way less hotheaded, preferring cunning calculations over anything else. “Daisy finishes school soon. Find a way to send her away for the entire summer.”
Of all the things I expected him to say, this was never on my fucking list.
“Daisy, as in Daisy Hale, your mother’s ex-husband’s daughter, who is fourteen and has the biggest crush on Wyatt?” The poor thing has stars whenever she looks at him, and he avoids her like the plague, hoping his dismissal of her will cure it. Not that I blame him. I’d do the same in his place. “Why would I do that?” I’ve seen the girl a total of three times in my life, and our families aren’t friends.
Sebastian Hale is a brilliant lawyer whose work I would have admired, except for their past with Dr. King, which makes me dislike the guy, and the twins hate him too.
“She’s turning fifteen this summer, and her friend came up with an idea of taking them on a week-long cruise. Where she plans to ruin her life.” My instincts go on high alert at this because I get the meaning at once. “Daisy is reckless and naive, which is a dangerous combination. And she’s way too trusting. She’ll find trouble, and I don’t want that. She might love her friends, she loves horses way more though.”
Right. Isn’t she an equestrian?
