Page 4 of Sweet Surrender
“No harm, no foul,”he shrugged.
“Mr. Carson, I was just asking the young lady if she knew of arecovery service who could tow her car,”the driver said, causing both me and the other man to look at him.
Truth be told, I’d forgotten he was there.
“Contact the company we have on file, Brian. We’ll take care of it,”the man said in a no-nonsense tone.
My eyes widened in alarm. As much as I didn’t have any means ofgetting my car towed, I was sure the company he used would be expensive, and I didn’t want to get myself into even more debt.
I owed enough as it was.
“Oh, really, there’s no need! Look, it’ll be fine,”I said, my voicefull of desperation.
By now, my brain was in full meltdown, caused not only by thedespair of the crash, but from the way my body was reacting to the adonis of a man. With the way he smirked, it was as if he knewexactlythe effect he was having on me.
Without giving either of them a chance to stop me, and momentarilyforgetting the wheel was fucked, I jumped back in my car and tried to start the ignition.
But as if to confirm my belief that I had somehow managed to piss theuniverse off in another life, my pathetic Honda refused to start.
Fuck my life.
Chapter 2
Nash
Savannah Miller.
The woman who consumed my thoughts.
The woman who would soon be mine to do with as I pleased, and Iplanned on doinga lotwith her.
Trying to stifle a laugh, I watched as she frantically turned the key,desperate to get her car to start, and growing more and more frustrated every time the engine choked to life, only to die again.
Hardly surprising the pile of junk was going nowhere given that whenBrian tampered with the brakes, he messed with the starter motor too.
My girl wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I said she could.
“You think she suspects anything?” Brian said, looking at Savannahas she pounded her fist against the steering wheel in anger.
“No. She thinks she skidded on ice. Plus, she knows the heap of shitwas an accident waiting to happen,” I replied, confident she was clueless.
Just like she was clueless that I’d been breaking into her apartment towatch her sleep, and when my business restricted me from visiting her, I’d watch her from the comfort of wherever I was, thanks to the cameras I’d had installed throughout her tiny apartment.
She’d become my obsession, and I’d lost countless hours watchingher go to work, coming home exhausted and collapsing on her couch where she’d then sit all evening, fretting about how she was ever going to get out of the mess she’d found herself in.
In the time I’d been watching her, I’d learned a lot about Savannah,and the more I discovered, the more determined I was to make her mine.
There were things I still didn’t know about her though, like howdelectable her lips would be to kiss. I didn’t know how delicious her juices would be when I feasted on them, and I didn’t know how damn good her cunt would feel when it squeezed my cock.
But I would.
Soon.
“Call the tow. Tell them to get here stat,” I instructed Brian. Hepulled his phone out and walked away to make the call.
Brian was a good man. A loyal one too. He’d worked for me for thepast four years after he left the Air Force in England and wanted a fresh start in the US.Most of the time, I didn’t know what I would have done without him,and it was thanks to his connections to people who worked under the radar of the law that I had the means to learn all about Savannah without her knowing.
Turning my attention back to her, I found her leaning her headagainst the headrest, her eyes closed, and cursing under her breath.
