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Because she suddenly got a habit of being overly brave nowadays.”
My best friend narrowed her eyes at me.
“I knew she was going to do something.
I told her not to get herself into any mess, but she didn’t listen.”
This time, it was my brother.
“And yet you didn’t care to tell me what was running through her head about Arthur?”
Ace glared at Tobias.
My brother scratched the back of his head.
“Well, I didn’t think it was that serious.”
“That’s the problem.
You never think anything.
If you had told me, then I could have talked to her.
But you just carelessly let it go!
Do you have any idea what could have happened today?”
Tess accused.
“Hey!
I said I didn’t know it was going to be this serious.
I also thought Arthur was a good man like the rest of you.”
“That man!
I’ll strangle him if I get my hands on him for doing that to my baby girl,” Mom hissed, pulling me more into her hug.
“Yes.
And I will assist you in that!”
Cassie joined.
“Mom!
I can’t breathe!”
I complained.
On the other hand, my man shifted from one leg to another, eyes set on me.
With a creased forehead, his hands clenched and unclenched.
Irritation laced across his hard features.
Then finally, his patience snapped.
“All right, now, Mrs.
Hutton.
It’s time to feed her something.”
He gently pulled me from Mom’s chest to his, immediately wrapping his arms around me.
Only then I felt him relaxing against me.
As if it was a torture for him not to touch me even for a few seconds.
He hasn’t left my side for a second after I gained my consciousness.
“You okay?”
he asked while our family planned how they were going to punish Arthur.
Smiling, I nodded.
“Now that you’re with me, I am.”
Pressing a lingering kiss on my forehead, he nuzzled my hair.
“Are you okay?”
I looked into his stormy gray irises.
They were still dark, swirling like a concealed volcano.
I knew what storm was running inside him.
But for my sake, he stayed calm.
But I knew he wouldn’t for long.
I saw what he did to Antonio.
I just hoped he would at least leave Arthur’s life.
No matter how much I hated that man, I didn’t want his hands to be tainted with Arthur’s blood.
He just nodded.
I sighed.
“Just don’t kill him, all right?”
His dark orbs just stared at me silently, without saying anything.
As I opened my mouth, Mom’s voice cut in.
“Let’s go have dinner.
It’s late.
Then we’ll leave.
My baby needs more rest.”
Taking my hand in hers, she dragged me behind her to feed me the food she made for everyone while I was sleeping.
As much as he didn’t like so many people in his home, he didn’t seem to complain.
All he did was just keep me within his touch and stare at me.
Or grunt if one of our family members took me away from him for a moment.
After the dinner once everyone left, promising to visit tomorrow morning, we were left alone again.
“You want to go to the gym?”
I asked as we sat on the balcony, watching the starlit night.
He told me to go to bed, but I insisted on getting some fresh air.
Curling on his lap, I snuggled against his chest.
He looked at me in surprise.
A perfectly arched brow of his raised.
“I thought you hated the idea of me going to the gym?”
I shrugged.
“I don’t hate it unless you bruise your knuckles.
A little bit of blowing off steam on the punching bag isn’t bad.”
He needed to get his frustration out, and he always used the punching bag for that.
But since knowing how much I disliked it, he wasn’t going for it tonight.
I liked that he wasn’t practicing his unhealthy exercise anymore, but if a bit of that could reduce his anger, then I was okay with it.
He shook his head.
Hugging me closer, he kissed my forehead.
“I’m fine, Rosebud.
I’m saving it for someone else.
So don’t worry, the storm inside me will get unleashed, but at the right time.”
The coldness of his voice sent a shiver down my spine.
I didn’t want him to take any wrong steps out of rage.
But I’d talk to him about it later.
I had my Ace finally in my arms now.
I didn’t want to ruin this moment.
“I want to go to Greece.
Where Tess and Caleb went for their honeymoon.
I loved the pictures they sent me.
It has such amazing places!”
His lips curled into a smile.
“When do you want to go?”
My eyes went big.
“You’ll take me there?”
He pecked my nose.
“Whenever you want to go.
I promised you a vacation, right?
If you want to go to Greece, then Greece it is.
Whatever my queen wishes.”
I giggled, squealing like a small girl on Christmas.
“Tomorrow!
I want to go there tomorrow!
I had even planned the places I want us to visit when Tess sent me the pictures.”
A musical chuckle vibrated through his chest as he cupped my face and watched me with unconditional love and adoration.
“Tomorrow it is, then.
Where do you want to go after that?”
My smile only got bigger.
“We’re going on a long vacation?”
He nodded.
“Turkey!
I want to go to Istanbul.
The city of dreams!”
I gushed.
“I love their lifestyle and food.
I can’t wait to visit there!”
“And I love you,” he rasped, nuzzling my neck.
His rough stubble raised goosebumps across my skin.
Hot sensations rushed directly to my core.
I squirmed against him.
A husky groan left his sinful lips.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I brought his mouth to mine.
“I love you more.”
Gripping my ass cheeks firmly, he pulled me closer and asked for entrance.
And I opened my mouth eagerly.
The moment his tongue met mine, a jolt of electricity ran through my veins.
It was addicting.
My core clenched in want.
A moan left my lips as he ravished my mouth like it was his salvation.
As his hand slipped under my dress, making every nerve of mine burst with excitement and lust, his phone interrupted.
Groaning when he cut the call and got back to me, it started to blare under the night again.
Cursing, he pulled away and received it.
“What?”
he snapped.
Hearing what the other person said, he clenched his jaw.
“What do you want?
Get to the point!”
I frowned.
“Who is it?”
He threw a glance at me but didn’t answer my question.
“She’s all right.”
His lips pressed tight.
“Why do you want to talk to her?
I said she’s okay now.
Isn’t that enough?”
I raised my brow.
Who was it?
Letting out a grumble, he passed me the phone.
At my questioning gaze, he huffed.
“It’s De Sylvano.
He wants to talk to you.”
I rolled my eyes at his antics.
I didn’t know why he was grumbling about it.
Was he jealous Duncan wanted to talk to me, or he was annoyed because he interrupted us?