He was all that mattered.Breaking out of my memories, I glanced at the clock and sat up, stretching. Bentley groaned, opening his eyes.“What are you doing?”“I have to go. I’m meeting Cami to study.”“Why didn’t you have her come here?”I chuckled as I slid from the bed, escaping his attempts to stop me. “Because she’ll want to use the pool, watch a movie, and bake cookies in your ridiculously impressive kitchen. We’ll get nothing accomplished, and I want it done. I have a ton of other projects I have to do, as well. I’m meeting her at Al’s, and when we’re finished, I’m already at my place.”He followed me to the bathroom and crowded me in the shower. “I don’t want you to go. I like it when you’re here.” He trailed his hand down my arm and clasped my fingers. “You could stay, Emmy.”I gazed up at his serious face. He’d been dropping not so subtle hints the entire time I had been there. I had a passcode, a key, and he constantly referred to his house as our home. Still, it was too so
“Bentley says he is the most mature of them all. That he always has been. He’s also the most private and intense.”She snorted. “There’s the pot calling the kettle black. Mr. Rigid himself.”“I think he means he is old beyond his years.”She pulled out her laptop. “Well, I like him, and I think he’s good for her. She smiles more.”“I guess time will tell.”She nodded. “For all of us.”“Who knew all this would happen the day Bentley tripped over my rucksack and told me off?”“I know. Your millionaire is pretty awesome.”I scowled. “He’s more than a millionaire.”“I know that. I was only teasing.”“He’s so much more than his money.”“He is with you.” She sighed. “The way he came to me and asked for a dress for you. He was so”—she waved her hand—“earnest and worried. He wanted you to feel pretty, but not overwhelmed. He wanted to make you happy.”“He did. He does—all the time.” I glanced to the side. “Except for the escorts.”“At least they aren’t obvious.”“No,” I agreed. “They stay in
“It’s my kitchen.”“You’re acting like a child.”I knew I was. I was acting like an asshole. The truth was, I liked it when she made tacos. In fact, I liked everything she made. Tonight, nothing was going to be right. Not even, it seemed, Emmy.I stormed out of the kitchen. “I need a fucking drink.”I grabbed the decanter of scotch and poured a healthy shot. I downed it in one swallow, the liquor burning its way down my throat and into my chest. I refilled the glass and stomped upstairs to my room, pulling off my suit. I swallowed some more of the liquor and stepped into the shower. The sting of the water on my knee made me hiss and looking down I saw a gash from where I fell.I was going to burn that piece of shit rucksack when I got hold of it.I turned on all the jets and closed my eyes as the hot water poured over me. The steam billowed around me, and the heat worked its magic on my stiff muscles. Bracing myself on the wall, I huffed a deep sigh and let the water rain down. I had
I was confused. “Isn’t he alive?”She shrugged. “I think so. I have no idea.”“I don’t understand.”“I didn’t have a normal childhood. My parents were, for lack of a better term, gypsies. They hated to stay in one place. My grandmother stayed with us since they were always off on some adventure.”“She’s the one who taught you to make scones?”A glimmer of a smile tugged at her lips. “Yes. She was the one constant I knew.” Emmy’s smile faded. “She died when I was young.”“I’m sorry.”She pulled out a tattered book from her rucksack. “This was hers.”I took the handmade cookbook and looked at the pages covered in writing, notes and sketches. I glanced up, nodding at her to keep talking.“After she died, my parents were forced to stay home more. I was ten, and Jack was fifteen. For the next two years, they were miserable. To this day, I don’t know why they had kids. They were lousy parents, and more concerned with what quest they were missing out on than how their actions affected us. Th
She stared at me, blinking and shocked.“I love you so much, the thought of you leaving me makes me crazy. I want you here.”She began to shake her head.“I know you don’t think you’re worthy of being loved, baby, but you are. You’re more worthy than any person I know. How your brother and parents acted was wrong. You didn’t deserve that. No child deserves that.” I wiped her tears. “One day I’ll make you see how much you’re loved. And maybe you can love me back.” I held her face tighter. “Because that would be the greatest gift I ever received. You.”“I have n-nothing to . . .”I shook my head, knowing what she was trying to say. “Yes, you do. My wealth doesn’t make me deserve your love, Emmy. The kind of man I am, that I want to be for you, does. I’ll keep you safe; you can keep me grounded. I’ll buy you lots of shawls, and you can make me scones. We’ll take care of each other.” I smiled at her tenderly. “We could build a great life together, baby. No one gets me the way you do. I ne
“I promised them brunch on Sunday if they ate, checked on you, and left.” She fed me another mouthful and took a smaller one for herself. “For the record, when they saw I was here, they offered to leave.”A dribble of syrup leaked down her chin, and I grasped the back of her neck and licked it off her skin, fighting the groan when she whimpered. My already hard cock twitched at her breathy sound.“Why didn’t you listen to them?”She tilted her head. “Because I wanted you to see you have people who care about you. Not your business, but you. They’re here because they love you.”“Is that why you’re here?”She traced my jaw, her touch feather-light and warm on my skin. “I love you very much.”“Good. They need to leave, though. I want you alone.” I traced over her lips with my tongue, tasting her and the syrup. “I want you to show me how much you love me. Then I’ll show you. It’s going to take all day, Freddy. All damn day.”She grinned. “One track mind.”“Two track actually. I want more
Aiden winked at me. “Not billions, but we’d kill it.”“And we keep it,” Maddox stated firmly. “BAM owns it. No investors. Just us.”“Or I sell it and walk away.”They looked at me.“You could,” Aiden drawled. “This is an interesting concept, though. We can find other land to develop the original concept. Try something totally distinctive.”“We could lose our shirts.”Maddox shook his head. “No, Emmy is right. Lots of wealthy families love condo living. Give them the best of both worlds, and it will explode. I’m sure of it.”“We would have to make the back of the building into something unique. Eye-catching.”“Mosaics.”I glanced at Emmy.“Use stone, hire artists. Make it beautiful. A focal point.” She beamed. “Your mark.”I returned her grin. She was glowing, her dark eyes excited.“I can see it. A haven inside the city.” Maddox’s eyes combed over the model, nodding. “An escape without leaving home.”Aiden pointed to the layout. “We could build up this area here, like an embankment. I
“Your idea was fresh, innovative, and helped us find a new path. I’ll be forever grateful. I was too pissed to look at it objectively. We all were.”“So, you’re not selling?”“Nope. Next week I’ll put my team on it, and when I meet with Greg, tell him to reject the offer.”“Will he be pissed?”I laughed. “No. He gets paid no matter what I do. He has no vested interest in the land, either way, so he won’t care. He’ll send me a sizable bill for his time, and we’ll move onto the next project.”Her fingers smoothed over the edge of the cushion. “Why isn’t he a part of your crowd?”“My crowd?”“Your business. You have Aiden and Maddox. I’m surprised he isn’t part of the company. You must need a lot of legal advice.”“We have a legal consultant in the company. Greg had always been a lone wolf—never wanted to be a partner in any company, even right out of school. He went at it alone and earned his reputation. He has never expressed any desire to be anything other than what he is, and the one