Page 17 of Adore Me
With a new plan, I headed upstairs to my bedroom to work on my plan. Savannah needs to understand that her place is with me and she can't do this again. My plan isn't too punishing her too much, just to get her where I want her.
Once in my room, I pulled the covers off the bed and adjusted them neatly at the foot. I plumped up the pillows and aligned them against the headboard.
Wait! I have a great idea. While walking across my bedroom to the hallway, I noticed people were starting to get louder. I stood in front of the couch room's door and opened it. All of the flowers that I got her were still in their places. With four vases held in my arms, I walked back.
Slowly and methodically, I plucked petals off each of the roses and scattered them all over the floor and bed. I thought about getting a bath ready to put flowers in, but I thought against it. There isn't a pattern to the flowers that I am throwing around. Once I am satisfied with this, I move on to the main event.
My closet held a secret and I needed to put them on the bed. After I lit some candles, I went back downstairs.
I'm stone hard while thinking of this event.
Chapter 16
Savannah
"What?" I flung out of the hug and walked over to Anne. She was talking to Sammy. I grabbed her elbow and pulled here into the bathroom on the first floor. During our separation, I painted this bathroom a pale yellow to get rid of the royal blue. "What is this that I hear you are getting a tattoo?"
"Yes, isn't it exciting?"
I tried my best to school my facial expression because I wanted to slap her to make sure she wasn't delusional. "Are you sure you want to have the man's name on you?" With my hands placed on her shoulders, I said: "Tattoos are permanent."
She nodded and looked like I punched her in the face. I decided to let it go and hugged her. "Let's go back."
Vincent was standing by the door waiting for me. "Care to dance?" He placed his hand over my elbow as I was walking out of the bathroom.
"Of course," I let him lead me away to the dance floor.
We swayed together to the classical music that is playing through the speakers. Vincent had his hand on my lower back and the other hand is wrapped in mine and our joined hands are trapped between our bodies. My free hand is placed on top of his bicep.
Sleeping to Dreamby Jason Mraz started to play, and my beautiful man is singing the lyrics into my ear. I couldn't tell you how surprised I am that he can sing but that accent of his... just melted me like a Popsicle.
Tears were rolling my cheeks and pressed myself into his shoulder. That song is so romantic that I can't get a hold of my emotions. "Vincent..." I sniffled out in a stutter.
"What, baby doll?" He whispers in my ear.
"I am so sorry that I hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you," I whisper with my face still pressed in his shoulder bordering on his chest. My body starts to convulse as my sobbing gets harder. I really hurt him and it’s all my fault. He clearly loves me, and I am just a bitch who can't make up my mind. "I am... I am... so... so... very sorry," I finally am able to push out my apology.
He leans down into my ear and speaks clearly into it with only a hint of his accent. "Savannah, it hurt this week. I understand why you did it, though." Vincent is trying to get me to raise my face from my cocoon, but I wasn't interested. "Look at me," he says nicely, and I shake my head. "Savannah, I won't ask you again. Look at me." I look up into his eyes which are wet and shiny with unshed tears. "We move forward, baby."
"I don't deserve you," my words are uttered but I am pretty sure he heard me. He kisses away my tears as we hear another song.
My face is burning but he kissed my tears away. "Just so you know," he breathes against my cheek, “that's it. You don't get to run anymore. Your ass is mine and its staying with me."
As the party started to drizzle down and people drifted off, I am sat by myself in the chair that Vincent always sits in. Today as been a racetrack for my emotions and I get to spend time working them out.
Finally, I feel as if my life is back on course. Ever since I met Vincent, my life's plans have been derailed by spontaneous actions. Oh, man, how I miss order and organization. I'm hoping that since we are giving it a go again, that it means we are ready to leave the bad in the back.
I watch as Anne and Ronnie are circled by some of the family members and I can't help but smile at how happy she is. One thing that I am curious about, is if he still plans on going legit with his new promotion. Since he is rising on the importance ladder, well as I see it being explained, wouldn't he be punished for leaving? I can only assume that no matter what, a person will be penalized for leaving... but is the punishment for a higher-ranking person more significant? It’s not as if I can ask anyone or get clarification on my theories...
Two strong hands are placed on my shoulders and they begin to rub. My head rolls forward as Vincent rubs his thumbs against the column of my spine. "Baby doll, why so tense?" His lips brush against my ear and my eyes roll back in my head.
There isn't a response that I can give that will mean more to him than what I am about to say. "Vincent, I need you..." I moan and he nibbles on my ear lobe.
Of course, I should have known he would tease me. "How do you need me?"
I thought about the answer and the answer is so huge that it would take forever to answer him. "Anyway, that I can have you."
Without saying a word, he walked to the front of the chair and took my hands in his. Once I am on my feet, he leans down and places his arm on the back of knees. His other arm is resting against my back and he starts walking to the foyer with me in the fireman hold. I rest my head against Vincent's shoulder blades and inhale. I love his scent.
