All I want to do is keep us like this for the rest of our lives. And nothing within me believes anything could ever change the love I feel for Riggs or how I always want him to remain my everything.
26
Riggs
Two Weeks Later
The wheels screech on the ground, and the plane comes to a stop. I softly stroke Blakely's cheek. "Pet, wake up."
She stirs but snuggles closer to me.
I chuckle. "Come on, sweetheart. Time to wake up."
Her eyes flutter open. It takes her a moment to realize she's on the plane. She sits up, claiming, "Oh, I fell asleep."
I kiss her on the lips, replying, "Yeah, you were tired. We need to get going."
She rises, and we get off the plane and into my Porsche, which is waiting on the tarmac. It's only four in the morning, but I can't avoid reality anymore.
We stayed in Hawaii for two weeks. Hugh's been going crazy over the phone. He even told me about the safe and the rampage he went on. He fired the security team, and since he hired them, I didn't care. I don't trust anyone on his payroll.
He had the security footage reviewed. Our techs told him it had been tampered with but they were unable to trace the source. Still, Hugh's blaming somebody from the night security.
He spent the last ten days ordering me to get into the office and continuing to ask for my location. I kept it brief, telling him via text I was dealing with personal shit. Then I stayed in Hawaii longer to piss him off. But in all reality, I was enjoying my wife more than the joy I got from angering him further. Yet the time has come to finish Hugh off. Plus, I must ensure that Blakely gets her deal signed with one of these agents.
It's barely five when we arrive in Malibu. I debate about taking the surfboard out for a few rides but decide against it. There's too much to do today.
I shower, then go out to the kitchen.
Blakely pours a mug of coffee and hands it to me.
"Thanks," I say.
We sit down at the table, and she sips her coffee.
"Okay, pet, you have to make a decision. Which agent are you choosing?"
She groans and puts her hand over her face. "Can't you do it for me?"
"No, we've gone over this," I remind her.
I've done everything possible to steer her toward Jack Secroy over Noah Kingsley. Both are offering the same deals at this point.
Blakely wants complete freedom over her music, so I made sure both contracts clearly state she has full control. There's no doubt in my mind that Jack and Noah can take Blakely to the top. But something is telling me not to trust Noah.
It first happened when I caught him checking out Blakely's ass. It pissed me off. And then he had the guts to flirt with her in front of me. She was oblivious to it, but I'm sure as hell not. And while I won't trust any guy with her, something tells me that Jack is a better bet than Noah.
"Please just decide for me, Riggs. You're better at this," she whines.
I internally fight not to decide for her. I firmly answer, "No. Everything you said you wanted is in these contracts, and I've ensured you won't get screwed financially. But this is your career. So listen to your gut. What does it say?"
Please don't pick Noah.
She hesitates.
I wait, my heart racing.
She finally says, "Jack's really nice, but—"