Page 48 of The Burdens We Share
A small laugh escapes my lips, “Were you expecting me to fuck you?”
She opens her mouth as if she wants to respond, but clamps her jaw shut. A second later she rethinks her decision and bluntly says, “Yes, I was.” She shakes her head in disbelief, but then a small shred of fear enters her eyes and suddenly she looks so much smaller, “Did I do something wrong?”
I frown because how could Ivory Aslan ever think she could do anything wrong in my eyes? The girl could quite frankly stab me in both eyes and blind me and I’d probably make some kind of an excuse for her actions and still treat her like some kind of esteemed saint. “You didn’t do a single thing wrong, Little Devil. We have a plane to catch and I’m a patient man. I fully intend on fucking you, just not right now. Besides, what kind of man would I be if I gave only to take?”
Her body relaxes and the anxiety leaves her as she looks up at me in wonder. I realize she probably isn’t used to men who don’t expect things in return after pleasuring her. “Get dressed. We have to go,” I instruct her.
I fix my hair in her vanity mirror because I don’t want her mother to see me with my hair all rustled and get any ideas. I’m sure she knows what we’ve been up to in her house, but I don’t want to look the part. I take pride in my appearance. I catch sight of Ivory in the mirror behind me, stepping into her jeans. I smirk as I take in the sight of her bare pussy and then the scrap of fabric that was once her g-string on the floor next to her. As I look down at it, my eyes find a scatter of bruises on her legs, andmy eyes narrow as I turn around and face her, “What are those from?”
“What?” She looks down at where I’m looking as if she has no clue what I’m talking about. When she assesses the bruises she shrugs and looks back up at me. “I don’t know. I bump into stuff a lot.” She looks as if she actually believes what she’s saying.
The sight of a bruise on her, even if caused by a piece of furniture, enrages me. I have to calm myself down and remind myself that nobody hurt her, that she’s safe. I growl, “Be more cautious, please. I can’t have you breaking on me.”
She tugs the jeans all the way up her hips and buttons them before she strides over to me and laughs, “Why’s that? Don’t want me to snap in half when you finally fuck me?”
I raise a brow and down at her, “No, Ivory. Because I care about your well being and don’t want to see you hurt.” I tug her closer to me with my hands around her waist before I smirk, “Ensuring you don’t break in half when I fuck you is an added bonus.”
She laughs and I nod my head towards the door, “Now let’s go before we miss the flight and Selene kills us both.”
She grabs the torn-up g-string, not wanting to leave any evidence behind, and I grab it from her and stuff it into the inside pocket of my suit jacket. I usher her out of the room and downstairs where we say very long goodbyes to Tara and right before we leave, Tara pulls me aside and suddenly goes all business mode on me, “Take care of my baby. I think something’s off with her and she seems like her normal self when you’re close.” The idea of being any form of comfort to her sends a hum of pleasure through me.
I promise, “She’s safe with me, Tara.”
She nods, “I know she is.”
She hugs me goodbye and I see Ivory from the corner of my eye on the porch waiting for me with Sam. I ruffle Sam’sperfectly styled hair on my way out and raise a brow at him, “Remember what we talked about, okay?” He gives me an acknowledging nod and I add, “And you have my number so if you need help with math or any school stuff, let me know.”
“Thank you,” he says appreciatively.
I look over at Ivory and find her grinning so wide, I want to snap a picture of her on my phone and stare at it. God, I’m an obsessed moron. What happened to me? That’s such a dumb question because the answer is staring up at me affectionately like I deserve it. I remember I’m playing the fake boyfriend role and I grab her hand in mine, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head.
We say our final goodbyes before I usher Ivory into the car and we’re on our way to the airport.
Ivory
DALLAS MOTHERFUCKING CARTER, EVERYBODY.Holy shit, I think to myself as I reminisce on the way he fingered, licked, and teased me. If only I knew before what an expert he was with his tongue, I would’ve gotten naked for him a lot sooner.
In all seriousness, it isn’t about his skill, though he’s extremely proficient. It’s about the tension between us and this connection we have that keeps strengthening, and growing. I can’t deny that I’m unbelievably attracted to him, and that I have feelings that are growing for him. I’m starting to become attached which scares the shit out of me because when he stood up before and ended our little rendezvous, I was truly and desperately afraid that he saw my body and saw something he didn’t like and that’s why he didn’t want to go further with me. I was afraid he just gave me the orgasm to be polite but didn’t want to fuck me because I was too unattractive to him.
When he reassured me, I was able to breathe. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly anxious still that he would change hismind and no longer be attracted to me when he really saw me. Especially because of all the work I have to do to look like Cami.
Dallas’ phone rings which draws my attention away from my darker thoughts. He reads the screen and quickly accepts the call, pressing his phone to his ear and greeting the person on the other line. I look out the window of the car and take in the familiar streets of LA as we make our way to set. The flight was about five hours long which totally sucked, and it sucks even more to have to work after flying for so long, but that’s the business and the life I chose to live.
Dallas snaps at the person on the phone, “But how can he keep wiping footage? This guy is bound to make a mistake sooner or later and when he does, we can not miss it.”
I turn my head to face him and know immediately that he’s talking about my stalker. That has to be someone he works with on the other line or even Harvey. I noticed that Dallas seems to only entrust Harvey with sensitive information. Their relationship reminds me a lot of my relationship with the girls. At the thought, I feel guilty because my friends still aren’t aware of what’s going on in my life. I need to tell them.
He sighs, “Fine. But don’t pull the effort. If anything we might be able to trace the location the override was made from and maybe we can follow a trail from there.”
He listens to the other person for a moment before he mutters a quick goodbye and hangs up. I ask, “What’s going on?”
Dallas tucks his phone back inside his suit jacket and gives me an exhausted look, “Harvey called to let me know that the hotel footage was wiped from last night. There’s no elevator footage or anything that would give us a lead into identifying your stalker. Whoever he is, he knows his way around computers and he’s good.”
I swallow around a lump in my throat and feel my palms growing damp with nerves. Dallas reaches out and tucks anerrant strand of hair behind my ear before promising, “He might be good, but I’m better. Leave everything to me, okay?”
I nod, “Okay.” I trust Dallas completely.
The rest of the ride is silent until we make it to set and Dallas opens my door and helps me out of the car. I try to grab my own luggage, but he doesn’t let me. He brings both of our bags to my trailer and drops them off before he follows me to the main set where hair and makeup artists immediately start working on me.
