“Looks like Colborn has this,” I say as I turn to leave. I want to go and see how Esmeralda is doing. I know that she has heard everything, and she would have heard Tor telling them that he knows that Sean is alive, something that will have her panicking. I want her to know that she doesn’t need to worry because the son of a bitch won’t be breathing for long because this time, I will make sure that he finds his end.
Walking out of the meeting room and towards our room, I take a deep breath. Today my woman finally opened up to me, accepting our union. She has shown me that she is starting to trust me. I know that everything that has happened will make it difficult for her to open up and give herself completely and fully to me, but that is the only way it can be.
As I enter the room, I’m surprised to hear Esmeralda humming as I approach the bathroom door. I see her in the bath with earphones on as she listens to music, the water sloshing around her as she taps her fingers on the side of the bath.
Here I thought I would come in to find her distraught and in a pool of tears. Instead, I find her humming to herself without a care in the world. Walking into the bathroom, I make my way towards her; my eyes catching her voluptuous breasts bobbing in the water, which has me hardening like a poker ready to take her.
“Is it over?”
Her question has my eyes snapping up to hers, to find her raised brows and a naughty smile on her face.
“Yes,” I reply instinctively. “I thought you would be in bed?” It is the middle of the night, after all.
“I realized long ago, that water mutes my senses, and I use music for my hearing when I don’t want to listen or know stuff.” That means that she doesn’t know about Sean, or does she?
“So, you didn’t listen to our questioning of the two guys?”
My question has her shaking her head in reply. “I have heard way too many tactics of questioning before to know that I don’t like it, so no.” She stretches her arm out to grab the towel that is on the floor next to the bath, but before she can get it, I have snatched it from the floor and I’m holding it open so I can wrap her in it once she gets out. Looking up at it, she smiles as she stands up from the tub, the water running down her perfect body. I know that she worries about all the scars but to me she is beautiful in every way as the scars just enhance her inner strength.
As soon as her feet touch the ground, my arms are wrapping the bath towel around her, pulling her back against my body as I lower my head to kiss her neck. “You are perfect,” I murmur, feeling her tense. I will make sure to tell her every day how perfect she is to me until she finally starts to believe that she is. I was going to tell her about Sean, but what is the use of worrying her? I will tell her that he is dead once I have killed him.