“What the fuck!” she sputtered as I buckled her in, big hands firm, clicking her in with a resounding snap. “What the fuck?”
“What the fuck is right,” I growled darkly. “What the fuck is right, you’re carrying my child and he or she needs to be safe, not to mention this pretty pussy,” I said, resting a big hand on that sweet heat. “I need to keep this little asset safe as well.”
But Abby lost it then.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shrieked, kicking with her feet, fighting with every inch of her being. “WTF, let me go! Help!”
Unfortunately, passerby were beginning to stop and stare because it looked like I was abducting a female. Between her flailing limbs, the screams, and the dark look on my face, it looked like I was some criminal about to make off with an innocent teen.
So I did the only thing that made sense. Slamming my mouth on hers, I took Abby in a deep kiss, muffling her screams, pinning her arms to her sides. She fought it initially, biting me, drawing blood, but the intensity of our liplock was too strong and sure enough, after a few seconds, the brunette was melting into me, sighing and squirming.
“Oh Jared,” she moaned. “Oh god.”
Because this is how it’s always is between us. Despite the misunderstandings, despite the botched auction, the fact that I’d fucked her without protection, she was still my sweet girl.
“Oh god is right,” I ground out, breaking away and staring at that beautiful face, the deep brown eyes that were melting into me even now. “Because you’re getting a new life, girlie.”
And with that we were off. The Maserati tore through the streets of New York until we came to screeching halt in a garage.
“What the?” asked Abby, dazed, looking around from the front seat. “Where are we?” Because this wasn’t a regular garage. This was a metal cube about the size of a trailer, specifically designed for rich men. And as I pressed a button, its function became clear. Gears ground and creaked, and slowly the cube began to levitate, rising in the air.
“Oh my god,” gasped Abby as went higher and higher, becoming skyborn. “Oh my god.” After about ten floors, the elevator walls turned into plexiglass and there was a view of the city, Manhattan laid out in all its splendor.
Because yeah, this is a car elevator. Billionaires get one put in so that you can take your car all the way up to your apartment, no need to share an elevator with the riff raff, no need to call a valet and waste ten minutes. As the cube came to a halt, metal scraped again, a wall sliding back to reveal a luxurious apartment.
“Welcome to your new home,” I ground out, coming over to her side of the car and holding the car door open. “You can say goodbye to that shithole of a dorm because you live here now.”
Abby looked around, thunderstruck. Because yeah, I have a pad that befits my fortune. Done in cream and white, the loft was fucking huge, a ten thousand square foot aerie in the sky with a view of downtown, people bustling below like ants.
“Holy,” came her breathless voice. “Holy.”
I smirked.
“Holy is right,” I said silkily. “Like I said, you’re not going back to that shithole dorm.”
That got the girl’s attention. She spun on me, brown curls flying and assumed an aggressive stance, feet planted apart, arms crossed over her chest. Shit, the brunette was beautiful, all I wanted to do was sink to my knees in front of her and worship that body, let her cunt run all over my tongue.
But the female meant business because she shot me accusing look.
“If you think that I’m letting you run my life, think again, Jared White,” she spat. “I let you run my life for a week, and look what happened,” she said gesturing to her belly.
I stared at her hungrily, raising an eyebrow.
“Looks the same to me,” I threw out casually. “A little poochy but that’s the way I like it. And if you’re referring to the baby, I hope you know what the fuck you’re talking about because you’re having it.”
The brunette rolled her eyes.
“Of course I’m having it,” she said, exasperated. “But still, what the hell? I trusted you once before, gave myself into your arms and look where we are!” she exclaimed. “There’s no “us.” There’s no “we,” there only me and you.””
I looked at the woman, eyes squinted, heart beating fast. Because although I hadn’t realized it myself, hearing her confirm that she was gonna carry my baby to term filled me with awesome wonder. There’d been a niggling doubt in the back of my mind, a horror show from my deepest nightmares, that Abby would get rid of it. But since that’d been laid to rest without even a whimper, I drew a deep lungful of air, head clearing.