Page 171 of The Heart You Kept

He owns me, body and soul.

I must look appalling and I really can’t have sex again, I’m sore. My body is throbbing from being overused. Sitting up, I look around the darkened bedroom, it’s luxurious and modern.

Nothing at all like my home or taste.

I see my black dress neatly folded on the chair, along with my underwear and stilettos, and I wince at the cheap feeling as it runs through me. I have to put that dress back on to get home.

The walk of shame.

Short minidresses and stilettos always feel so different in the light of day.

Edward walks into the bedroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist, fresh out of the shower. “Hi.” He smiles, he leans down and kisses me, his lips linger over mine. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” I drag my hand through my hair, self-conscious of how I must look.

“I have to play polo today, Doe.”

“Oh.” I glance around. “Of course, I’ll get going.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll catch an Uber.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and smiles over at me, his tanned chest is broad and his biceps are bulging. “I’m driving you home.”

“Okay.”

He kisses me again, longer with a little suction and I feel my heart flutter in my chest. He gets up and walks into the wardrobe.

He’s just so….

I scramble out of bed and grab my things and rush into the bathroom.

Naked while horny is great. Naked while feeling like a rat that’s just crawled out of a trash can is horrifying. I take a quick shower and re-dress into my clothes, should I put my high heels back on?

No…too far.

I walk back into the bedroom to see him fully dressed and sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I smile awkwardly. “I really can catch an Uber.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you catch an Uber home.”

“Okay.” I smile shyly. “Thank you.”

We get into the elevator and ride down to the parking lot; my shoes are in one hand and I pray to god that we don’t see anyone. He takes my hand and leads me to a dark green sports car, it’s wildly over the top and luxurious.

We make our way around to the passenger side of the car, he opens the door and I slink down into the seat. It’s so low to the ground and has a cream leather interior. I look around it in awe, I’ve never even seen a car this impressive, let alone driven in one. “What kind of car is this?” I ask as he gets in behind the wheel.

“Aston Martin DB11.” He starts the engine and it roars with a deep growl.

“Oh…jeez.” I widen my eyes at him and he smiles. “It’s so loud.”

He revs the engine again. “That’s the point.”

He glances over at me, stops what he’s doing, leans over and pulls my face to his and kisses me. “I can’t stop kissing you.”

My heart somersaults in my chest at the emotion behind his kiss.

Okay…stop it.