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“Sure, when and where?”
“As soon as possible. I understand you’re going away again soon.” Again, not things I thought would come out of her mouth,
“Are you coming alone? Or should I bring my bullet proof vest and pads?”
“Alone, if that’s ok. Well, Tommy, my security, will be there. But that’s all.”
“Have they approved this?” I can’t resist a jab. What a tosser I am, when she’s obviously trying to hand me an olive branch.
“I don’t answer to anyone, Marcus. I make my own decisions about my life and my son’s.”
Oh, she’s playing dirty with the ‘Marcus’ jab.
“It’s Kellen to you, don’t start.”
Again she ignores me and asks, “Where and what time?”
“Why don’t you come to my hotel tonight. There’s a bar there and it's relatively quiet. If I get any hassle, we can go elsewhere. Or up to my rooms.” I hold my breath to see if she goes for it. It makes logical sense, but we both know it would be home turf advantage for me. She won’t like giving me an inch.
“That’s fine, what time?”
“8:30.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in the bar.”
I blow out a breath in amazement as I end the call and look up at Mick. “She wants to meet tonight,” I tell him.
“I heard,” he answers. “What do you think she wants? Bearing in mind she refused to come on the call today.”
“No idea, but we’ll find out.” I try to sound nonchalant, but on the inside I’m freaking out.
Shit, shit, shit. She must be pissed about the paternity test. It’s a slap in the face for her, making out she’s a liar. I know everything she’s said is true, why didn’t I push back about the test? I hope this isn’t going to cost me. I stand to gain a lot with the proof, but is losing all contact with her worth it?
And why the fuck does everything have to be so damn complicated? I’m a simple guy, with simple tastes. Some might even class it as the most basic of tastes. One and done.
But this is Evie fucking Greystone. The woman who stole my heart in a river, held it hostage, and ran rampant through my dreams for over eighteen years. Every fucking street, in every city I ever visited, I looked for her. For my heart. I hallucinated at times, followed women I thought were her. Fucked women who looked like her. As many and as often as I could, just trying to dislodge the madness.
Why did she not come to me? James asked me that. Well, right back at you Greystones. You must have known where I was. I could not have attracted more attention to myself if I’d tried. I was like a fucking toddler—if I play up, someone will notice and give me attention.
But the one person I craved, my heart thief, never turned up. She ignored my pleas, she ignored my screams for fucking love. She, out of every person on this planet, would have known I was shouting for her, pulling on that fucking thread with everything I had. Trying to find her in the darkness that engulfed me on a regular basis. The one person who really knew me—the real me, Kellen Russell—must have heard the screams. But chose to remain deaf.
Will she listen now? Do I tell her my truth? Shout it at her like a petulant teen, the one she walked away from eighteen years ago? Whisper it in her ear, like the lover she knew? Does she deserve it?
My brain is so fucking fried. And my life just got really fucking complicated.
I text Xander and tell him not to come over tonight, and he tells me to fuck off. I’m not sure if I’ve just ensured he’ll show up or not. I step into the shower and find myself thinking about tonight, my cock twitching in anticipation. Down boy. I better rub one out. I don’t want to embarrass myself. She would notice.
Although, on second thought, would I be bothered? Not even a little. I know she’ll think I’m the cockiest bastard on this planet. I’ve done so much over the years, nothing shocks me or phases me anymore, I know how this plays out. Talking in hotel rooms. Yeah right-talking-find it under fucking in the dictionary.
My cock starts to throb and I pump it, lathering soap and rubbing myself thinking about her tits, then and now. How I want to bite and suck them, cover them with my marks, taste her. I’m as hard as granite, and so, so, close. I imagine taking her from behind in this shower, holding her hard as I pump into her. I shoot cum all over the shower tiles and watch it spiral down the drain, my head hanging, chin to chest, my breathing laboured.
I’m not sure if it made me feel better, or just put more ideas in my head. And to be honest, it was full enough already. I consider waiting a few minutes and going again, but I know I need to head downstairs. I don’t want to keep her waiting. She’ll likely leave if she thinks I’m not coming.
Dressing quickly, I add a blazer to my white t-shirt and jeans. It’s dark green velvet and looks virtually black, but in a certain light it highlights my eyes. I want to look good. Intense and irresistible. If she’s going to tell me to fuck off, I’m going to make it as difficult as I can for her to do so.
I have no intentions of taking our little meeting outside, but I add my old battered Blundstone boots to the mix anyway. They fit like gloves and I know she used to love them. Fuck. And I’m hard again. Fuck it, she’ll just have to deal.
Mick meets me in the hallway, takes one look at me, and raises an eyebrow. “I’ll be discreet and sit with Evie’s man near the door so we can see who comes in and out.”
