I quickly get ready, grabbing a red dress. This one falls to my knees. I slip on a pair of red Converse to match and then go to the bathroom. I know today is going to be super busy, but hopefully it will go by quickly. I brush out my hair until my waves are under control, and then pin back one side with a clip. Then I brush my teeth, slap on a little makeup and check myself over. When I walk back into the living room I see Beau has his phone pressed to his ear and he’s pacing.
“I don’t give a fuck, he’s fired.”
I pause. I was about to go to him and wrap my arms around him, but I see his face is hard and even the way he’s standing is intimidating. He seems so different. Maybe now isn’t the right time for cuddles.
“Send out an email and put all the cases he was working on on my desk for me to look over.” He pauses for a moment. “Well, let him know he doesn’t want to be there when I get there. That’s for fucking sure.”
Beau turns a little and sees me standing there. The hardness drops from his body instantly and his eyes become the sweet, possessive ones I love.
“I have to go,” he says, and with that he ends the call. He slides the phone into his pocket and walks over to me, pulling me into his arms. “You look beautiful.” His voice is soft now. It’s almost like a switch flipped. I study him for a moment, but when his mouth lands on mine I melt into him, forgetting everything else.
I drop Dove at work and then go straight to the office. I’ve got suits there for emergencies and this is one of them. It takes me three hours to clean up the mess left from firing one of the firm’s lawyers. But I’m actually thankful for the mess. It’s kept my mind focused on something besides my obsession with Dove.
Not only had Jim been fucking one of his clients, but he had a problem with putting shit up his nose with company money. I don’t care what the fallout might be for me firing him so hastily. It’s better than what Jim could bring down on us later. He’ll be lucky if I don’t get him disbarred. The only thing saving him at the moment from such a fate is that I’m in such a good mood because I can still smell Dove on me.
When I woke this morning and she wasn’t there I almost thought I dreamt the whole thing. Then when I became more awake I could smell her on me and on the sheets. I’d woken up harder than I ever had in my life. You’d think after finally having her my lust would have cooled somewhat. Think again. I was wrong. Oh so wrong. It’s worse. Now I know what she feels like, tastes like, sounds like when she comes undone for me. That I’m the only man who’s ever had her and is ever going to have her. I want to own her in the most primal, barbaric way. It’s taking everything in me to act sane around her and to hide my colder side. I don’t want her to know that side of me.
I’d hopped out of bed looking for her everywhere. When I couldn’t find her I lost it. I knew my security wouldn’t be on her. I told them we’d be fine and I’d call when we were leaving my home. She’d been out in the world all alone and I didn’t have eyes on her.
My control snapped for a moment. The evidence of it is the shattered vase I launched across the room in my anger. My control was gone in that moment. I’ve never lost it like that before. I run my hands through my hair again.
I got dressed in record time. I didn’t know why she left like that. I was worried I’d done something to hurt her. When she opened her apartment door and I pulled her into me, a calm fell over me. A need to feel her against me had my hands all over her. I bring my hand to my nose to see if I can still smell her orgasm, but it’s gone. I don’t know how I’m going to live like this. I hate being away from her even now. I’m going to have to quit my job or she’s going to have to quit hers. This isn’t going to work.
“Fuck,” I mumble.
I glance at my phone. Quinn has sent me an update. It’s a picture of my girl doing a flower arrangement. She’s holding a red rose to her nose and smelling it, reminding me today is Valentine’s Day. I didn’t even know. I’ve never paid attention to the holiday before.