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Could Jeremy really be behind all the letters? This whole time?
I keep moving her through the throng of people and I’m grateful when we are finally at the car. I open the car door for her and she waves to the crowd one more time and blows a kiss before sliding in the back.
I get in the front.
“I have a driver, you know. You don’t have to keep driving me around everywhere. You can sit back here with me and make out,” she says and I know that I’ve been wary about letting anyone drive her around but I’m not sure how skilled her driver is if we’re being followed and I don’t want to take the chance.
“What are you going to do about Jeremy?” I ask her.
When she leans forward and looks up at me, I resist the urge to tell her to sit back.
“What do you mean? I just have to deal with it.”
“Won’t kissing him feel different? It won’t feel weird doing love scenes with him knowing how he feels about you?”
“Yes, but what am I supposed to do? I’m an actress, Damian. Please tell me you can handle this. Tell me you trust me.”
“Of course, I trust you. But there’s a big difference between kissing your co-star and kissing one that has been harboring all of these feelings for you. Don’t tell me you don’t understand that.”
“What do you expect me to do, Damian? If I go to my director with this he’s going to be like ‘okay, and?’ I’m an actress. It would be the same situation if we hated each other. I would just have to deal with it. I think this is more about you and me, and I get that, believe me, I do, but I just need you to trust me.”
“I do. It’shimI don’t trust.”
The second we get back to her house, she goes inside to shower while I go to the guesthouse to change and go through every single letter that has had me on high alert. I even pull out some of the old ones from years ago to cross reference. It’s impossible to prove that the letters came from Jeremy, but something just isn’t sitting right with me. I heard him say something about his ex-fiancée right before I barged in, and I wonder if his feelings for Shay really started that early. It’s like I’m seeing everything in a new light and now I’m running through every major interaction between the two of them that I’ve witnessed.
Is this all because I’m jealous?
Am I seeing shit that just isn’t there?
My phone rings and I narrow my eyes at the name that is on the screen. “Hunt,” I answer.
“We need to talk,” the voice says instantly without a hello or fuck you.
“Paxton?”
“We need to talkwithoutShay,” he adds.
I lean back against the couch wondering what the fuck her ex-boyfriend could want to talk to me about. In a normal situation, he’d probably want to kick my ass, but seeing as how he is definitely not capable of that and he knows that and I know he knows that, I wonder what this is about.
“Now?”
“Preferably.”
“Okay, come to Lakeland,” I tell him referring to the large community her house sits inside. “I’ll meet you at the entrance. Forty minutes. I need to get someone from my team over here.”
“Fine,” he says and hangs up the phone.
In light of the recent events with Jeremy, I find myself more on edge at the thought of being around yet another man that still holds a candle for my woman. I’m out of my house in an instant, jogging to her house, letting myself in, and then flying up the stairs. The need to have both my eyes and my hands on her overtakes me. I send a text to Kent, a member of my team that I can trust to be here promptly as I enter her bedroom. I still hear the water running and I’m through the bathroom door and yanking open her shower door, suddenly blind with lust and rage that dances at the edge of my senses. I toe off my shoes leaving me barefoot, but I don’t bother to take my clothes off, leaving me in jeans and a t-shirt before I’m in the shower with her, one arm across her chest, hauling her against mine and one hand between her legs.
She yelps in surprise but it quickly turns to a moan when she feels my fingers against her clit. “Tell me who this belongs to.”
“You.”
She spins out of my grasp and stares at my fully clothed form. I think she’s about to ask why I chose to get into the shower with all of my clothes on when her eyes meet mine and her teeth find her bottom lip in response to the look I’m giving her. “Tellmewhothisbelongs to,” she says grabbing my dick through my pants and squeezing.
“You,” I tell her as I back her against the wall. “It’s always belonged to you. You fucking own me, Shay. Every part of me is controlled by you and my need to keep this going,” I say putting a hand to her chest, covering her heart. “I fucking live for this.” I slide my hand between her legs and drag my hand through her wet slit. “I live for your looks; whether you’re irritated with me or happy with me or ready to fuck me, when your eyes are on me, when I have your attention, I feel like I’ve won the ultimate prize.” I continue rubbing her clit and her hips begin to rock against me in time. I push my fingers inside of her fucking her with two fingers slowly while I rub her clit with my thumb. “And this…” I feel my resolve withering with every stroke of my finger over her sweet clit. “I live for this. I could worship this forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.”
“Damian,” she gasps. “Oh my god.” Her hands find my wet t-shirt and she grasps the fabric in her fists. “There’s no high like your eyes on me. Your hands on me. Your dick inside me. Fuck. You’re the only man I want this fromever.” She looks down at my hand inside of her and then up at me. “There’s no one I trust more than I trust you.” She swallows and she looks away immediately and when I grab her face with my other hand the look she gives me is full of vulnerability.