“But you will die, Declan. You can’t…”
“I can and I will. I shouldn’t say this, but I’m going to. I love you, and I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you. It breaks my fucking heart to see him put his hands on you, but it ends tonight. You hear me? I know I’m asking you to do a lot, but please save yourself. Save that little girl. Leave me behind and go,” Declan says with tears running down his cheeks as he keeps his hands on the side of my face.
“Declan,” I whimper.
“Please, baby. Please.”
“Okay,” I sniff.
“Thank you,” he says, kissing me quickly before stepping back. “Wash your face and come down for dinner.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
Declan nods once before leaving the room. I go to the bathroom and do my best to calm down and wash my face. I can do this because I planned on killing him. I can’t leave Declan behind, though. I won’t. What kind of fucking person would I be if I did? I did it to Giovanni, and it got him killed. I’m not doing it twice.
I take a deep breath and plaster the same stupid smile on my face that I have for the last few weeks and go down to the dining room. When I get there, I take my seat across from Josh.
“Evening,” Josh says, looking at his phone. He does a double-take of me and narrows his eyes. “You’ve been crying.”
“Yeah. Just hormones,” I lie.
“Well, tonight we are celebrating,” he says.
“Oh?” I ask. “What are we celebrating?”
“We have a buyer for your baby,” he says simply. He’s testing me.
“I thought Thane was getting her?” I ask coolly, taking a bite of my food.
“I decided to give her to a couple who want a baby. That fine by you?” he asks. He’s testing me.
“Whatever you think is best, Josh,” I say. I already want to vomit over the words I’m about to say. “Once I have her, you and I can start trying for a baby.”
“We can. I thought you didn’t want to have my baby, Ayla?” he asks with a grin.
“Eh. You’ve treated me well, and you’re not half bad looking. I think we would make a cute baby together,” I lie with a sweet smile. “Plus, maybe then you will realize I’m not going anywhere.”
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Josh, you forget to lock my door half the time. Your security is fucking terrible. I could’ve left several times. I like it here, though. It’s peaceful. You always act like you have to force me to spend time with you in the evenings, but I enjoy it. I enjoy serving you.”
“Oh yeah?” he asks. “Come here, Ayla.”
He has a stupid smile on his face as he moves his chair back. I already know what he wants, so I don’t hesitate to crawl into his lap to straddle him. His hands rest on my thighs and slowly move up.
“So eager,” he says.
“Can I ask for something?” I ask, batting my eyelashes at him.
“What’s that, Ayla?” he asks with a smirk.
“Can I ride your cock tonight?” I ask, knowing that Declan is behind me somewhere. I can sense him.
“It depends. Are you going to come for your master?” Josh asks, moving his hands to squeeze my ass. I giggle and roll my hips against his groin, making him grunt. “I’ll take that as an enthusiastic yes. Go eat your food, and we can go watch something.”
“Okay!” I say happily. I hop down and return to my chair, handily exchanging a look with Declan.
“He’s dead,” Declan says.