Page 102 of Committed to You

I agree. “Yes.”

“What if she tries to hurt my parents? If she knows their number, she probably has their address.” Her eyes are full of worry.

I cup her face. “Let me take care of your parents.”

“How?”

“I’ll figure out some sort of security tomorrow, but I’ll send a car for them. I’ll get them a room here. They are safer here.”

Vivian hesitates and bites her lip.

“Vivian, let’s not take any chances.”

She sighs. “Okay.”

“Can you call them and I’ll sort the room? I’ll ask Noah if his driver can pick them up.”

“Okay.” She walks into the bedroom, and I can hear her speaking Greek. I call Noah, and he picks up after a few rings.

“Is your driver free?” I blurt out.

“Yes. Piper and I are in for the night. Why?”

I fill him in on everything that has happened and tell him I need his driver to go pick up Vivian’s parents. While we are talking, he texts his driver and tells me he is on his way to their house.

“Chase, you need to get security.”

“That’s the plan. I’ll sort it out tomorrow.”

“Want me to call Phil for you?” Phil Laurent is the President of Marko Enterprises in New York. They own an international security firm.

“Would you mind calling him?”

“Yeah. He’s in London, so he’s probably sleeping right now. Let me do it first thing in the morning.”

“Thanks, Noah.”

“No problem. Stay safe. You still have my driver’s number?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Tell Vivian’s parents he will be there in the next twenty minutes.”

“Thank you. I owe you.” I hang up and call down to the front desk to reserve a suite on our floor. They inform me that the only one available is across the hall from ours. I book it and walk into the bedroom. Vivian is still on the phone with her parents. Her voice is getting louder.

“Don’t argue with them,” I remind her.

She glares at me.

I hold my hand out for the phone. She says something in Greek along with my name and puts it on speaker. I take it off the speaker and put it to my ear. I’m assuming her father is going to want to ream me out without her listening.

“Mr. Caras, I’m sorry about all this, but you and Mrs. Caras need to come to the hotel. Noah’s driver will be at your house in the next twenty minutes. Please pack your bags.” I figure there is no point sugar-coating anything.

Vivian’s father’s voice booms across the line, “You put my daughter in danger, and now my wife as well?”

My gut drops. “Sir, I’m very sorry about this, and you can say whatever you want to me in person when you get here. Right now, you need to pack and go with Noah’s driver.”

“You and I are definitely talking when I get there,” he growls.

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