Page 43 of Savage in the Streets
Is love.
Chapter 11
Bailey
I waketo the sun kissing my flesh. Its warm rays torching my blissful soul.
I’m in Ashton’s bed, and his curtains are drawn open, illuminating his room. For the first time since I’ve arrived at his penthouse, I get a glimpse of where he spends his nights.
The furniture is cold and modern, much as his heart was before I came into his life. There is no excess. No unnecessary items. Not even a picture.
It’s bleak.
Hopefully, that will change.
There’s a tray on the nightstand with bacon and eggs. A notecard is folded and placed beneath the napkin.
Enjoy breakfast, my Savage Queen. I wish I could take you out and spoil you, but I guess we’ll just have to shop online until I can find you a more suitable ankle bracelet.
-Ashton
At the bottomof the tray is a credit card which I assume he intends for me to use.
My heart blooms, not because he wants to buy me nice things, but because he cares to. He’s deciding that I’m worth the effort. So many of the men I’ve dated have been lazy with their love, not just with money, but also with their time, and if I’m being honest, lovemaking.
Sure, they’ll put on a show the first time or two, but once they get comfortable, they’ll grunt around, roll off me, and suggest I finish myself off.
Something tells me Ashton will always be a very hands-on lover.
I drink down my coffee and eat what I can, but being alone in his vast bedroom makes me anxious. I don’t want to be here without him.
I roll out of bed and brush my teeth but opt not to wear my usual attire. Instead, I put on a sexy leather panty and bra set, some thigh-high boots, and long gloves.
Thank you, Mabel!
It takes a few minutes to manage my hair, piling my dreadlocks in a way that makes them look like a crown before applying an edgier style of makeup to fully transform myself into his Savage Queen.
Now all I have to do is hunt down the Prison Warden.
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Ashton
No matter how hard I try to puzzle together the case against Bailey, it never seems to make sense.
Luckily, there is room for doubt. Her working so hard to keep her business running will work to our advantage. So will the fact that she didn’t disappear as soon as the money hit her account.
Her father hasn’t been on anyone’s radar for years and was kicked out of his last known address. It’s almost like he fell off the face of the planet, which is peculiar. A man like him doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble.
Unfortunately, the nature of the crime, swindling old-timers out of their hard-earned cash, isn’t going to sit well with people. They’re going to look for someone to blame, eager to see justice.
I can’t let that be Bailey.
It’s a struggle to keep working like I am when all I want to do is rush back to my room and bury myself in her soft, silky folds. She’s hard as nails, with a feather-light touch. A beautiful angel with a savage need. One I’m aching to satisfy.
But if I can’t get her out of this, I won’t be able to keep her.
A knock sounds on the door, and I look up to see a goddess made flesh.
