Page 11 of Four Fiances & I

“I don’t care if it was. I’m not leaving this room until I have to.” I kiss the top of her head and pull her on top of me to kiss her.

“I can get behind that,” she giggles as her smooth skin sends shockwaves through mine. Her pussy rubs against my hard cock, which is desperate to enter her again.

The banging sounds out again, and I realise itiscoming from the door of the suite.

“What the fuck?” I curse as it happens again.

“What if something’s wrong?” Jasmine states next to me as whoever it is bangs again.

“Maximus! Jaz! I know you can hear me!”

What the actual fuck?

“You have got to be kidding me,” I growl, climbing from the bed, grabbing my discarded boxers and pulling them on. “Stay there, Shorty,” I order, walking out of the room and into the sitting area as he bangs again.

“Alright!” I yell, reaching for the door and throwing it open. Grabbing his collar, I pull him into the room and slam the door behind us.

“Am I not allowed two fucking days where I can keep my fiancée for myself?” I roar, slamming Layton into the wall next to the door.

“Don’t shoot the messenger. I’m only here because I was ordered to find you when no one could get hold of you,” he answers, holding up his hands defensively.

“That’s because we wanted to be left alone, so we turned our phones off!” I snap, slamming him into the wall one last time before walking away from him. “Just one night! That’s all I wanted!”

“Daddy.” I turn to her soft voice to find her standing with a hotel robe around her. “Layton would have just been following orders.” Her voice is calm and collected. I know she’s right, but I’m still pissed off. Holding out one arm, Jasmine walks to me, and I hold her tight as I smell her hair, using the scent of her shampoo to centre myself.

“What’s so important you needed to find us?” Jasmine asks, looking at Layton.

“There's been a development at the safe house.”

Jasmine stiffens in my arms as she gasps, and I suddenly hate myself for throwing a tantrum. Of course, they would have tried to contact us. No matter what’s happening with us, Jasmine’s best friend is her priority.

“What’s happened?” I ask, leading her to the sofa and pulling her onto my lap. Holding her close, I ensure she is covered whilst signalling for Layton to sit on the other seat and explain.

“We had word this morning from Logan that Travis has left the safe house. They think he has gone to Nicholson to get this all over and done with.”

“Why would he choose now to go?” Jasmine asks in my arms.

“Travis loves Verity, Shorty. He would not willingly leave her unless he thought it could save her.” I kiss the top of her head whilst running a hand up and down her back.

“What's going to happen now?” Jasmine asks. Layton shrugs and gives her a sad smile.

“We don’t know. Travis left notes and told them to run if he's not back in three days, and he will find them. Ryan is worried as it's just the two of them keeping an eye on things at the moment, and Calvin can't lend us any more guys as they are needed elsewhere. He’s got more starting in the new year, but that’s no good for him now.”

Jasmine looks up at me with tears in her eyes as I see her bottom lip tremble.

“Why is her dad doing this? I hate him for ruining everything for her,” she sobs before burying her head into my chest and bursting into tears. I tighten my arms around her and hold her as she cries. I can see from Layton's face his heart is breaking for her. He might be her security guard, but he is also a great friend to Jasmine and Verity. Let's face it: you can’t have one without the other.

“Do we not have anyone to send?” I ask. But Layton shakes his head.

“Terry is still with Christian, and others are on holiday for Christmas, so we are stretched as it is.”

“What’s Christian said?” I ask, running a hand up and down Jasmine’s back as she cries.

“I don’t even know if he knows. No one can get hold of him, and Terry didn’t respond to my message before coming here.”

I can see from the look on his face that there is more to it, but when he glances at Jasmine, I know he won’t say anything in front of her. Something is going on with Christian; we all know it, but we have no idea what. He only communicates via text messages, and that alone is unlike him. It usually means he is worried he is being followed, so we haven’t pushed anything yet.

“Why can't anyone get in touch with him?” Jasmine asks in my arms, and for a moment, I have no idea what to say. Luckily, Layton comes to the rescue.

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