Page 18 of Keeping Kaitlyn

“You’re the first person I’ve been with in three years,” I tell him quietly. “The only reason I’m still on the pill is because after I broke up with Brock, I justkepttaking them.” Brock never wore a condom. Never took any sort of precaution to protect me. He said he didn’t like the way they felt, and it was just easier for me to take a pill. Until now, I always assumed that’s the way it was supposed to be. Never understood how much trust I put in him. How badly he abused it until now.

“Lexi and I stopped sleeping together a couple months ago,” he says with a nod before looking at me again. “I blamed stress but to be honest, I stopped because I was pretty sure she was fucking someone else.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell him because I know how shitty it is to be cheated on. How worthless it makes you feel.

“Don’t be.” His mouth twitches into a brief smirk. “I’m not.” Reaching for me again, Went skims his fingertips across my forehead, brushing the hair off my face. “I’ll take care of it.” Leaning into me, he kisses me again and like always, I immediately feel myself start to melt. “Make me a list of what you need and I’ll have the concierge go to the drugstore and pick it up.” Like he can read my mind, he pulls away from me with a lopsided grin. Standing, he reaches toward the nightstand to turn on the lamp, the soft, golden light of it pushing back the dark and giving me my first real look at the room we’re in.

Last night, Abbey tried to explain to me just how wealthy Went actually is, but I don’t think I fully comprehended it until just now.

The bed is a massive four-poster—bigger than any bed I’ve ever seen—straight out of some sort of medieval romance novel with a canopy and heavy, black velvet drapes tied back to give a glimpse of the lavishly decorated space. I don’t know anything about antiques but I know that this room is filled with them.

He inherited everything when his grandparents died. His sister got a huge trust fund and his mother gets some sort of monthly maintenance, but he got everything else. He’s CEO of the largest international luxury hotel chain in the world.

“Kait?”

Hearing my name jerks my attention back to the present and I find Went standing on the side of the bed, shirtless. Jeans on but still unbuttoned and frowning at me like he’s been talking to me this whole time, only to realize I haven’t been listening to a word he’s said.

“Hmmm…”

“It’s after noon,” he says carefully, his tone making it obvious he’s repeating himself. “Are you hungry?”

I nod again, refocusing my gaze on his face. “Yes.”

Still frowning, Went reaches down to open the drawer of the nightstand to pull out a large, leather-bound book. “I’m going to make some calls,” He tells me before holding the book out to me. “This is the room service menu. Call down and order up whatever you want.”

When he says it, I frown. “But?—”

“This line rings directly to the concierge,” he says, predicting what I’m about to say. “It’s okay. He already knows we’re here.”

“Okay.” I nod up at him while I reach out to take the offered menu. Instead of letting go when I have it in hand, Went keeps a hold of it.

“Is there something else we need to talk about, Sunshine?” He’s frowning again.

I just woke up in an episode ofLifestyles of the Rich and Famousand I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you. I’m just as equally sure that you’re marrying me because you feel like it’s your responsibility to save me.

“No.” I shake my head while pushing a smile onto my face. “What should I order?”

Seeing my smile relaxes his face. Using his grip on the menu between us, Went pulls me to him. Letting go of it, he lifts his hand to close it around my throat. Thumb pressed into the underside of my chin, he angles my mouth up to meet his, kissing me so slow and deep I feel every aching part of me begin to warm and loosen in anticipation.

Just when I’m sure Went has every intention of pushing me back onto the bed, he breaks his mouth away from mine. “Whatever the fuck you want,” he whispers against my lips. Kissing me again, this time quickly before pulling away from me completely, Went sighs like it’s the last thing he wants to do. “You can make me that list of things you need from the drug store while you wait.”

TEN

WENTWORTH

While Kait ateher weight in French fries and bacon cheeseburgers, I spent the next several hours on the phone. My first call was to the concierge. Kait’s list in hand, I give him a rundown of everything she needs to make her voluntary imprisonment as bearable as possible. It’s not much. Other than basic toiletries, all she asked for is a replacement pack of the birth control pills she left behind. For one wild moment, I have the unexplainable urge to leave them off. To lie to her and tell her that they can’t be replaced, or that I forgot.

That wild, unexplainable urge goes hand-in-hand with the one I have to hang up the phone, go back into the bedroom where she’s studying for her finals, get her naked and fuck her until she can’t walk. To fill her so full of my cum that it’s running down her legs and soaked into the sheets beneath her. Because for a split second, when she told me she left her birth control pills behind, Iwantedher to be pregnant. I wanted to know it was possible. That I’d fucked Kait so hard and so much that I put a baby inside her. Like just about every other feeling I have that’sassociated with Kaitlyn Barrett, it made no sense and scared the absolute shit out of me.

I tell myself she’s only twenty. Still in college. Has goals and dreams. That the only reason she’s here, other than the fact that she’s just as addicted to the sex as I am, is that she needed the escape hatch running away with me provided her. That getting her pregnant would trap her—trap us both—in ways that neither of us are ready for.

Even though trapping us both isexactlywhat that wild, unexplainable part of me wants more than anything.

Taking that choice from her would make you no better than her father and that piece of shit you saved her from—you know that, right?

“Will that be all, sir?” The concierge asks, in a clipped, efficient tone.

“No.” I throw a quick look at the door Kait’s studying behind. “I need a prescription,” I tell him before reading off the name of the birth control pills Kait wrote on her list.

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