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“You in love with CeCe Shaw?”
“I’m in deeper than I’ve ever been before with anything in my life.”
He turns and looks at me. “But not love?”
“That will be something I admit to her first.” I wink. “Not you.”
* * *
I wake up when I hear a knock on my door, jump up, and hurry to it.
When I open the door, she pokes me in the chest, hard too. “What is wrong with you?”
“Not a damn thing that I know of. Why?” I rub the damn spot she just poked.
She holds up her phone, and a video of me running down the road and trying to open the door to the Camry is on IG.
“Damn, I wonder who that fool is.”
She pokes me again. “You’re tagged in it!” Again. “You can’t do this to your career!” Again. “And you can’t do shit that can get you killed, Roman Anthony Hart.” Again. “You lied to me!”
I catch her finger before she jabs me again. “Didn’t lie, Cecilia Sarah Shaw.” I wrap an arm around her and pull her close, hoping to calm her ass down.
“What are you doing?” She sniffs.
“Touch therapy?”
“You can’t do that shit. You can’t get hurt. You can’t?—”
“Truth?”To stop her, I speak over her as I move us to the couch.
She pulls away. “Of course I want the damn truth. Isn’t that?—”
“Sit, please?” I ask then point to Elle, who’s off her little nap pad and looking at me, and then her. “And let’s talk nice in front of our little one, yeah?”
She sits, and I see she’s shaking. “What were you going to do if you’d gotten in the car with him, Rome, huh? He could have had a gun. He could have run the car into a damn wall.” She looks from Elle to me, jaw dropped. “The minivan? Did you wreck your truck? Is that?—”
“I wasn’t driving it.” I lean back and sigh. “Abe was coming out of O’Donnell’s, hell-bent on beating my ass?—”
“What?”
“Whole story?”
She nods.
“I went to O’Donnell’s …”
Minutes later, she has the whole story. She gets up and paces for a minute, and I stand to get us a drink.
When I turn, she’s bent over, red thong and hot, round ass facing me. Stepping out of her leggings, she doesn’t look back, which is good because my jaw’s dusting the wood floor. She then starts walking toward the stairs as she pulls her shirt, exposing a matching red lace bra, over her head, and drops it on the ground before heading up the stairs.
“Elle, crate.” I do not give a shit if she goes in or not, shoes be damned.
I take the stairs two at a time, catch a hip in my hand, and steer her to my room.
Inside, she pushes my hand off her hip, walks to the end of my bed, and crawls on it.
“Fuck, Red,” I groan, feeling heat building in my balls as she turns around in that red bra and matching thong, slowly moving back toward my headboard.
