Page 104 of Sticky Fingers
“Well, I’ll leave you to it...” I grin as I strut out of the gallery. “I have somewhere I have to be.”
Dominic winks at me once more, and I give him a slight nod.
He knows exactly who I’m meeting.
One minute later, I’m walking out of Clarendon Tower, barely believing that Sonia and I are finally free.
No more shady businesses casting their shadows over our relationship.
No more cops.
No more investigations.
No more games.
Now, all that’s left is getting her into my arms.
I don’t even bother with getting the Aston from the underground garage, nor do I wait for my driver to bring the limo around. No, I just hop inside the first yellow cab I see crossing the street and ask to be taken directly to the Grand Hyatt.
The promise of a very large tip ensures that we zoom down the streets of New York at breakneck speed, and it doesn’t take long for the car to finally come to a halt.
Even though my hair and clothes are completely drenched, I rush inside the Grand Hyatt, making a few heads turn my way. Immediately, I feel my heart start to race as I see Sonia waiting for me in the lobby. She’s wearing a black tight dress, one that fits her almost too perfectly, and there’s an anxious smile on her lips.
She must’ve rushed here right after she set everything in motion, ensuring she wouldn’t be trapped by dozens of rich bastards with a grudge.
Smart girl.
“Are we—”
“Free?” I complete her question as I close in on her, immediately wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in. “We’re free Sonia,” I whisper as I lean in, my lips desperately looking for hers.
As our mouths meet, I close my eyes and let something I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before wrap itself around me.
It’s happiness, but it’s a feeling so fucking intense that I can’t even begin to comprehend it. All I know is that this woman right in front of me has become larger than life in my eyes.
I need her to survive, and I need her to thrive…
She has all the love I have to offer, and I need her love more than I need the air to breathe.
“Take me upstairs,” she whispers into my mouth. “I want to celebrate.”
