I smile when he gently places a helmet on my head.
“Okay, Casanova, you win.” He laughs and slaps my ass. I yelp in response.
“Get on my bike, baby.”
I do as he says. My arms wrap around his middle and I feel cherished. Like no one can touch me with Jared by my side.
You Must Be Important
We pull up to Jared’s condo. From the looks of this place and location, only rich people live here. Which makes me smile because Jared is all big and scary in his leather jacket and dark jeans. He gives off that ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe.
The doorman greets him with a smile as Jared pulls out a wad of cash, handing it over to him. He whispers something to him and the man nods. Jared grabs my hand and takes me to the elevators. When we reach the inside I decide to ask what that was all about.
“What did you say to him?” I query.
Jared rubs his thumb against mine.
“I told him I don’t want to be interrupted and to look out for anyone suspicious.”
“He works for you, too?” I enquire. “You must be important.” I raise one eyebrow.
“Baby, no one fucks with me. And if they do they end up dead. So yeah, you could say I’m important, but my job comeswith great responsibility. I have to protect all of those around me, especially the ones I love.” He gives me a kiss on my forehand.
Butterflies swarm all around my stomach as I take in what he just said. Did he just admit to loving me?
“What are you thinking?” he asks with a sexy smirk plastered on his face. The door pings open and we enter what must be the penthouse suite.
“Nothing.” I swallow as I take in the beauty that surrounds me.
He has a massive black leather sectional and flat screen TV over to the left. High ceilings, and actual Harley Davison sits on display in the nook of the wall with a light shining down on it. He has a classic motorcycle piece as a decoration. Wow.
“Your place is beautiful,” I murmur.
“I’m happy you like it, baby, because you will be staying for a while. So get comfortable.” He saunters into his stainless steel kitchen. White marble and grey invade this space with a large kitchen island and six bar stools. He grabs me a water and I thank him. I just never pictured him in a place like this but, now that I see his condo, it’s all him. Every single detail describes this man.
“Why me? You have so many women flocking to you, I’m sure.”
“I’m no innocent, and I’ve been with many women, but I found my piece of the puzzle I have been missing all along,” he admits truthfully, and I can feel my face heat. He walks over to the side of the island where I sit and pulls me in for a hug.
“I can’t even fathom losing you, Erica. You have to know how much I care for you.”
“I do,” I whisper, with emotion clogging my throat.
“You’re mine now, baby, and I protect what is mine.”
I see the sincerity in his eyes and choose to believe him. My facial expressions give him the reassurance he needs. He takes my hand and escorts me to his room, which is enormous and all male.
Dark grays and whites fill his space with his king-size bed and colossal window that looks over the city.
“Well, Casanova, whatever will you do with me now that you have me in your room?” I smile up at his gleaming eyes.
“First, I’m going to feed you. And, baby, now that I have you I am never letting you go. I will ruin you for any other man.” His words make my breath stall in understanding because I know for a fact he’s right about that. Jared has ruined me for any other man, and for some reason that thought doesn’t scare me as much as I thought it would.
I can truly picture myself being with Jared for a very long time.
We make love the entire night, and I have never felt so cherished in all my life.
The next morning my alarm on my phone goes off at seven. I feel groggy from yesterday’s events. I decide to see what Shannon is up to. I send her a quick text while Jared is still sleeping soundly beside me. Moments later I get a response from her. When I open the image I gasp out loud and then start laughing. It’s her taking a selfie, flipping up her middle finger towards a sleeping boy. It’s Sean!