Page 38 of Sweet Surrender
“He’ll be back any minute, he had a few things to arrange,” Fox said,distracting me from the beautiful oil painting of a woman housed in an ornate gold frame.
“Why are we inThe Bellagio?Is this where Nash lives?” I replied,hoping Fox would share some insight.
Fox busied himself with pouring a cup of steaming hot coffee from thecafetière. The smell of the beans hit me, and I suddenly regretted my decision to decline his offer.
“No, Nash doesn’t live here. But as forwhyyou are here, I think that’ssomething for him to explain,” Fox said. His cryptic answer only added to the curiosity building within me. “Before I forget, Nash wanted me to give you these.”
He rummaged in the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling something out,and holding it for me. I quickly took it, squirming internally when I looked down and saw my birth control pills.
They had been in my apartment back in Brownsville, but I guessedNash must have instructed whoever cleaned out my apartment to get them. Why he couldn’t give them to me himself though, I didn’t know. Either way, I was grateful. With Nash’s warning about doing whatever he wanted to me ringing in my ears, the last thing I needed was to get pregnant.
“Thank you,” I said, shoving the pills in the pocket of my jeansand making a mental note to take today’s pill.
“Are you sure you don’t want a coffee?” Fox replied, holding out thecup he’d just poured.
I was about to reach out and take it, hoping the caffeine would clearthe brain fog still looming in my mind, when behind me, the door swung open.
Butterflies fluttered to life in my stomach as Nash ambled into thesuite. I was accustomed to seeing him wearing a suit, but now he was wearing a black tuxedo, and looking more gorgeous than ever.
Behind him, the smartly dressed concierge carried in two large dressbags, silently walking over to an armchair and laying the bags down at Nash’s instruction, before scurrying away.
“Ah, sweetheart. You’re awake,” Nash said, flashing me a charmingsmile. I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping to his pants, remembering what it was like to have his cock in my mouth, and once again, my cheeks heated.
“You mean, after you drugged me?” I snapped, tearing my gaze awayfrom his groin, annoyed to find him smirking, no doubt more than aware of what I’d been staring at.
“I vaguely recall discussing business with my employees when youbolted from my room. How could I have made it down to the ground floor to drug you?” he replied, his tone full of sarcasm.
I scowled at him.
Fucking smartass.
“It might not have been you who stabbed me with a needle, but I’ll beteverything I have Brian did it on your orders,” I said, my temper rising.
“Everything you have? That’s not much,” Nash replied, humor in hisvoice, and making my temper rise that little bit more.
“I think I’ll leave you two to it,” Fox said, abandoning his cup of coffee,and patting Nash on the shoulder as he passed. “I’ll see you soon, Junior. Savannah.” He tipped his head in my direction before leaving the room.
Nash and I were silent, with me glaring at him, growing moreannoyed with his smirking face, until the door to the suite closed behind Fox.
Anger bubbled under my skin when Nash walked away, leaving ourconversation unresolved. Following him deeper into the living area, my anger boiled over.
“Why did you drug me?” I demanded, planting my hands on my hips.
“Why did you run?” he countered, spinning to face me, and meetingmy eyes with his hardened ones. “I assume it was because you changed your mind so I took the liberty of ordering Liam’s execution.”
“What?” I gasped, not just at the fateful news he’d delivered, but atthe coldness in his tone as he spoke.
My legs began to buckle, and if it wasn’t for the fact the couch was infront of me to hold onto, I would have ended up in a heap on the floor.
“Please tell me you’re not serious,” I managed to choke out. As hiswords echoed in my ears, an invisible hand reached inside my chest and squeezed my lungs, making it hard to suck in air.
He had to be lying.
Nash’s lips thinned in disapproval. “No. I’m not being serious. Butmay this be a lesson to you,” he said callously.
This time my knees did buckle in relief. Collapsing onto the couch, Iheld back the sob that wanted to escape. Liam was safe, but for how long?
A little voice in the back of my mind answered that question, but Iwished it hadn’t.
