I do my best not to flinch at his words, keeping myself in place. “That’s not true.”
“And how do you know that?”
I consider what I’m about to say and go for it. “Because my husband came inside me without a condom on just last night. And a few days ago, too. On our honeymoon. We want to have a baby.”
That last part is a lie, but it sounds good. And it delivers just the reaction I’m looking for.
Seamus is furious.
“You’re a fool,” he mutters, taking a step forward. “Getting pregnant with his baby will ruin everything.”
I glare at him. “We’remarried.We want to eventually start a family. That’s the whole point.”
He releases a shaky breath and I can practically feel the anger vibrating off of him, yet he doesn’t say anything.
“This all feels really familiar,” I say, thinking of the last time we ran into each other. He said basically the same thing to me then. “Leave me alone. If you try to contact me again, I’m going to file a restraining order.”
I turn on my heel, about to march back toward the bank of elevators when he grabs hold of the crook of my elbow, something cold and steely jabbed against my rib cage. I suck in a sharp breath, glancing around the room, but no one is paying attention to us. Not even the men behind the security desk.
“Make one wrong move and I’ll shoot you. I don’t care if I still crave the taste of your lips,” he mutters close to my ear. “I will end you.”
I give a jerky nod, keeping my head bent. The gun pressed against my side makes me feel faint. I need to cooperate. “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to leave with me without making a fuss.” He presses the gun closer, and I whimper. “Now.”
Slowly he turns us both so we’re facing the double doors that lead outside. I walk beside him, trying to implore people as I walk past them with a look. A pained smile.
But they either smile in response and look away, or they don’t make eye contact with me at all.
Once we’re outside, the cold late October wind hits us and I shiver. He readjusts his hold on the gun, pressing it harder against my ribs and it’s like my heart made its way into my throat. I can’t swallow. I can barely breathe.
I told Jasper not to tell Perry, though I’m sure he will when I don’t return quick enough. And I left my phone in the apartment. They can’t even track me.
I fell right into this man’s hands, and he didn’t have to do a damn thing but show up.
“Get in the car,” Seamus orders, shoving me toward the sleek black sports car that sits by the curb. I open the door, glancing over my shoulder at him, and he’s so close, I’m almost afraid he’s going to do something crazy like…
Kiss me.
“Get in,” he growls, his gaze on my mouth.
Like a scared little mouse, I leap into the passenger seat, jumping when he slams the door. He rounds the front of the car quickly, not giving me enough time to escape, and then he’s starting the engine and we’re pulling away, much like Perry and I did only last night.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, my voice quiet. Eerily calm.
“You’ll see,” he says, his gaze on the road. “Hand over your phone.”
“I didn’t bring it with me.”
He jerks his head in my direction, his gaze sharp. “I don’t believe you. Hand it over.”
“I left it in my apartment, I swear.”
He comes to a stop at a red light, and the next thing I know, his hands are all over me, patting me down, searching for my phone. I try to fend him off, batting at his hands, trying to make a scene in case I catch the attention of the people in the stopped cars around us.
Seamus slaps my face quick as lightning, effectively stopping me. I cry out, resting my palm against my cheek as I stare at him in horror.
“Keep it up and I’ll do worse than that to you,” he warns, his voice stern.