“I—”
“Boss.” We both turn to see Roberto staring at us.
“What is it?” I ask, annoyed at the interruption. His eyes flick to Wren, then to Sailor, before he answers me.
“Paige is missing.”
“No, she left yesterday and is probably cooling off somewhere.”
Roberto rubs the back of his head. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, but her cell and things are at her apartment.”
That’s odd. She doesn’t go anywhere without her shit.
“Who would want to take her? They would for sure ask for a refund.” Sailor laughs and I smile because she isn’t wrong.
“You have some nerve.”
We both startle at Roberto’s reaction.
“I’m sorry, I hope she’s okay,” Sailor says to him, sounding genuine. I’m not sure she’s telling the truth, though.
“Put someone on her house. If she isn’t back by tomorrow, we will look into it. But, Roberto…” he goes to walk off but pauses then looks back, “… you ever speak to Sailor like that again, I’ll chop off your left hand.”
He nods and leaves.
“Don’t do that,” Sailor says.
“Do what?”
“Threaten to hurt someone for speaking to me in a manner that you don’t agree with.”
Lucas comes down and plops himself right next to Sailor, leans in, and brushes his shoulder with hers. “I think it’s time you got wet.”
“No. I hate having sand in places it shouldn’t be,” Sailor says, brushing the sand from her legs.
“That’s the best part.” And before I can say anything, Lucas leans down, picks her up, throws her over his shoulder, and runs toward the water with her laughing. The last time I threw her over my shoulder she screamed, and not with delight. Maybe I need to rectify that.
“Who knew Lucas could be human,” Joey says, sitting down next to me.
“Take her.”
“Again?” He huffs as I pass him Wren.
“She’s your niece.”
“Shut up!” he says as he places her on his lap.
Lucas smirks at me as I stand and walk toward the water. I swim to where they are splashing around and then Lucas turns, leaving me alone with Sailor.
“When was the last time you went swimming?” I ask her, remembering how much she loves it.
“The last time I was here,” she comments, looking distant now that we’re alone again. “Why am I here, Keir?”
I swim closer, and we both tread water.
“Because I want you here.”
“It feels like it’s a game of here and there. Want me… don’t want me…”
“I’ve always wanted you,” I tell her sincerely. “That has never changed.” I swim closer and my hands go under the water and pull her to me. Her legs go willingly around my waist, as if this is a natural move, and I step us back so I can touch the bottom but still be under the cover of the water.
“You’re having a baby with another woman.”
“I am.” There’s no denying that and no point trying to.
“You are engaged to her.”
“I am, but I’m going to work a way out of it. You saw that she no longer wants me.” Sailor brushes my hair from my face, and I can’t help but lean into her touch.
Why does she make me feel like I’m a fucking god when she’s around? It’s like a high I never knew I wanted to chase, but I am chasing it with her.
“But she does, because she wants you. Regardless. And until that’s finalized, I will not fuck you.” She tries to push back from me, but I tighten my hold, pulling her back. “I will not be the other woman, Keir.”
“I don’t want you to be. I want it to be you, and only you.”
“You just want me to suck your cock.” She smirks.
“I’d rather taste your pussy. Oh, how I’ve missed that.”
Sailor bites her lip and pulls farther out of my arms. “Sort it out with your fiancée,” she calls out, heading back to the beach.
Fuck! I can’t get out of the water because my cock is hard as a rock right now, so I swim and burn it off.
It’s late, everyone is asleep, but I’m pacing. Pacing because I need to work out what to do. I can’t do this any longer. This is not what I want.
My life has been planned out for me for so long, that I’m afraid to step off the path that has been set for me in some sort of fucking concrete. I could ruin it all because I’m falling in love with someone I shouldn’t.
My mother wants me to end it with Paige. I can deal with whatever is to come, whatever the fallout might be. I’ve been the boss for long enough that not many would turn against me.
I hope.
But what if they do?
That would not only mean I wouldn’t get Sailor in the end, but I would lose everything—possibly even my life. Then what?
A knock comes on the front door. It’s late, so I’m not sure who it could be at this hour. I pull the door open to see a man is standing there with a bag. “Delivery for Keir.”