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“Take me upstairs, Grumpy Bear.”
Chapter Eleven
Skylar
Skylar didn’t know what had come over her when she decided to wear this outfit. She knew she was poking the bear. Poking her bear. She’d never been this bold with a man before. Never openly toyed with one or drove him crazy like this, but there was something about Dyllan that just made her want to drive him crazy. Now that she was standing next to him, waiting for the elevator up to their room, with his firm grasp on her hand, she wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew.
Her heart raced as she watched the floor numbers tick down, getting closer and closer to them. She didn’t regret her decision, but the anticipation of what was to come was driving her crazy.
Dyllan shot a text to the guys saying Skylar wasn’t feeling well and he was taking her back to her room. Neither of them wanted to tell the group what had transpired between them or what was about to. She didn’t want the knowing looks from Kade and Lila and especially didn’t want to give Lila the satisfaction that she’d been right about her and Dyllan.
If Skylar was honest with herself, the fact that her relationship with Dyllan was a secret was thrilling. Their little secret.
Did she want to have a marriage in secret?
No.
Did she ever think she would be in the circumstance that she’s in now?
Also no.
But here she was, drunkenly married to a man she found overwhelmingly handsome, intelligent, and powerful, but he treated her like nothing more than an annoyance. After the shock of waking up married lessened, confusion over why he didn’t want to end it just as quietly racked her brain.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Dyllan said, grabbing her chin and drawing her gaze to his. “What are you thinking about, babydoll?”
“Does it matter?” she whispered, lost in the darkness of his gaze. A flash of concern in his eyes told her that maybe he cared about her more than he let on, but she refused to put too much thought into that.
“It matters to me.” He brought his free hand up, tucking her hair behind her ear. “If you’re having second thoughts…”
“No,” she interrupted. “It’s nothing like that.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t get it.” She closed her eyes for a moment, shaking her head. “You’re so hot and cold. I don’t know what to do with this side of you, Dyllan.”
Just then, the elevator door dinged and slid open, a laughing group piling out past them. They waited quietly, Dyllan not letting go of her hand before pulling her in. Once the doors were closed, he turned to her again, cupping her cheek.
“You do this to me, Skylar.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb, sliding his other hand in her hair. “You infuriate and fascinate me at the same time.”
“You do the same to me,” she said quietly, not looking away from him.
“I meant it when I said that you are everything I didn’t think I could have. I don’t deserve you, and you sure as hell don’t deserve to be stuck with an asshole like me.”
“But what if I want to?”
“Want what?” Dyllan’s voice was low with a slight rasp that had her core clenching.
“Someone like you.” Skylar’s heart pounded in her chest at her admission.
“You can’t even say asshole when it comes to me?” Dyllan chuckled.
“Apparently not.”
The elevator dinged, opening the doors for them. Dyllan looked from the doors back to her. “Are you sure this is what you want? This won’t just be for tonight.”
Is that what I want? Do I want to stay married to him?
Looking into the depths of his brown eyes, a stillness she hadn’t felt before washed over her. He was still a jerk, possessive, and a little controlling, but she felt safe with him. As crazy as it sounded, she knew that being his wife truly meant that he would take care of her. Now it was time to find out if that meant both inside and outside the bedroom.
