Maybe I’m delusional. Maybe he doesn’t love me. Maybe I’m so desperate to feel love I’m imagining it. But when I look into his dark eyes, I no longer see the monster who sold me. I see a broken man who needs saving and healing. I see a man who has dealt with too much pain. And I see a man who loves me.
I’VE NEVER SLEPT BETTER.
Never.
It shouldn’t be possible for me to sleep so well on a boat, not after everything horrible in my life has always happened on a ship.
But with Enzo wrapped around my body so tightly, after the most incredible fuck of my life, how could I not sleep well?
Enzo rolls onto his back, and I stare at his naked body. I could get used to this forever. I would even take the running and hiding from our enemies.
This can’t last.
Enzo said so himself. We have an expiration date. As soon as the five games are over, then we are over. Black will become the king he was always meant to be and I’ll…
I don’t know what I’ll do. I have no education. No career aspirations. No family. I have nothing. Enzo will ensure I have plenty of money to live off of, I have no doubt about that, but money means nothing.
I need a plan. I need to figure out what I want out of life.
Enzo.
I want Enzo.
But I have to want more than just a man.
Yet the pull is there—I love him. Every second I exist, I realize how stupid I was to not see it before. How he treats everyone else like crap, but me like a princess. How he protects me at the cost of everyone else. He loves me even if he doesn’t believe it himself.
I love his sexy grin. I love the ruthless fight in his eyes. I love how we fuck. I love how we fight. I love the chaos that is our life.
And I don’t know what to do with that love. If I told him, I think he’d drop me off at the next port. He’d think I’m ridiculous. Maybe I have stockholm syndrome or something. But even though I’ve been his prisoner, I’ve rarely felt like I am. He’s treated me with more respect than my own father ever did.
My stomach growls, and I see the hint of light shining down through the glass windows, submerged underwater. I don’t know how early in the morning it is. But maybe after having a full stomach, I will be able to think more clearly. And bringing Enzo breakfast in bed would be a nice surprise.
/> I climb out of the bed and find his shirt on the floor. I slip it on and watch as it falls to mid-thigh. I slip my panties on underneath.
Good enough.
I go to the door and open it into the hallway.
I see the main, locked door to Enzo’s barracks at the other end only Enzo can use to open this section of the yacht. I open several doors but don’t find anything that looks like a kitchen.
I sigh. I guess I’m going exploring.
I consider putting more clothes on, but I’m never going to get used to wearing clothes. I’m always going to prefer to be naked as often as I can.
I walk through the door that leads to everyone else on the yacht. It was nice to think Enzo and I were the only ones on the ship for a little while.
But as I walk, I realize the yacht is quiet. All of the bedroom doors are shut. It must be early in the morning still.
I smile, realizing I should be good to sneak up and get food and back down without being detected.
I jog up the stairs and find the kitchen on the main level. The sun is only starting to rise over the horizon. I walk to the large fridge and pull the door open.
“You are up early, stingray. Sleep well?” Zeke asks with a wink.
I close the fridge and walk over to the bar Zeke is sitting at. He takes a pot of coffee and pours me a cup.
“Oh, you prefer your coffee iced, don’t you?”