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The seat sinks down as I sit, pulling Millie into my lap, so that her legs are draped over my thighs and her shoulder rests on my chest. The waiter pops open the champagne as I get her situated, and hands each of us a tall bubbling glass before he dips out and goes back inside, leaving us alone in the tranquility of the quiet evening.
“This is so nice. And the view.” She says, looking out over the beach and the black water.
“I agree, the view is the best.” I reply, looking down at her, peering into her cleavage that spills from the top of her lacey little peasant top.
“Fiend.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
With a clinking of our glasses together I take a sip of the dry yet sweet bubbly and pull her head to my chest, just reveling in the feel of her on and against me. It is perfect, and I never want the night to end.
The sound of a cell phone ringing around us breaks my attention on the pretty way her breasts swell with each breath, because it’s not mine and we’re the only ones on the patio, and her phone is brand new.
She stiffens against me, but doesn’t move, and when the ringing stops, she settles on me once again.
“Was that yours?” I ask her, and she looks at me, nervously chewing her lower lip between her front teeth.
“No. I don’t know whose it was.”
I can tell she’s lying, and the peacefulness the evening has brought me is shattered. Why would she be lying to me, and who the fuck would she have given her brand new number to already, besides me, and I obviously didn’t call her.
The erection that was rising in my pants deflates, and my mood turns from happy to sour, but I hide it for now, because I doubt she’ll tell me the truth even if I ask again.
I hate liars, but there has to be a reason, right?
Sensing the shift in my demeanor, she stiffens again and after a moment she pushes her hair out of her face and climbs off my lap.
“I’ll be back in a minute, little girls’ room.” She says and grabs her purse, slinging it over her shoulder.
“You wanna leave that here with me? I’ll watch it for you.”
“Nah, it’s okay. I need it.”
I can’t hide the little scowl that spreads on my face as she walks back inside the restaurant, leaving me in solitude on the seat, watching the ocean all by myself while I know she’s inside calling someone.
If it’s Tyler, I’m going to punish her, and kill him.
I can’t imagine why she would be wanting to talk to him, and about what. He was her abuser, the man who hurt her not only mentally and emotionally, but physically. The marks on her ankles from the metal shackles she wore the day I took her from him are still there. They look better, but they will scar.
I’m searching up trauma bond on my cell when she finally reappears. A soft pink lipstick is spread across her lips and topped with a shiny gloss.
She took her purse for her makeup you bought her you dick.
Immediate regret for not trusting her washes over me, and I swallow my feelings while shutting down my phone and open my arms back up for her.
“Sit bunny.”
She joins me once again, and the night passes quickly and quietly. No more phones ring, no cars beep their horns, nothing. The evening is peaceful and serene until the little lights shut off above us and it’s time to hop back on the bike and head to the hotel.
We fly out tomorrow to head home to New York, and for our final night here, I just want it to be calm and serene, filled with the short ride back, and hours spent in bed with her in my arms, and my dick in all her holes.
Chapter Nineteen
Cold. I hate the cold even more now, and as we ride in the town car back to my house on Cobble Hill, I curse the winter and all the fresh snow on the ground, even with how fresh and pretty it looks. A few days in the tropical warmth has spoiled me, and I already want to go back.
Millie sits next to me, shrouded in the red winter coat with faux fur on the hood that I picked up at the airport. It’s gaudy and cheap, but at least it’ll keep her warm and snuggly until I can get her something better.
I had been planning on a huge shopping trip for her now that we’re home, but there’s a feeling still niggling in my guts that she’s hiding something from me. I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend a ton of money on her until I know for sure. I hate to feel that way, but I can’t help it. I haven’t made myself the man I am now without trusting my gut on more than one occasion.
