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I spent the rest of the afternoon running and working out in my home state-of-the-art gym. I even managed to get Darby’s big ass in the ring to spar with me. I needed to get out the built up frustrations before Sasha got home. If I didn’t fight it out, I would fuck it out, and I was trying to be sensitive to the pounding I’d put on her the night before.

Just thinking about how snug and wet my Céile’s pussy was had me hard as a rock. The woman was made for me, and this second time around, I was even more addicted to her. We could never be what we were in the past because that isn’t enough for me—being in a bubble, acting as if the world didn’t exist, wasn’t realistic. However, learning everything about my wife and pleasing her in every way possible forever; was definitely what I’d plan to do.

Chapter 11

SASHA

Sawyer definitely knew how to aggravate the hell out of me. But I understood his concern. If Patrick Abbott was as dangerous as Sawyer said he was, then I would do as I was told. Especially, after Joe went down for some robbery charge. My cousin was a screw-up, but he had never done anything like armed robbery before. And the fact that he plead guilty without a fight told me all that I needed to know. My cousin was afraid, and his ass set me up.

I was livid, but there was nobody to blame but myself. I should’ve never gone to Joe or gotten mixed up with a loan shark. So, when Sawyer acts all overprotective, I take him seriously. Because there’s no way I wanted to be the next installment ofTaken.I trusted Sawyer and all, but I don’t think he can pull offBryan Mills.I would take my chances with Flynn. As quiet as he was, he didn’t strike me as a threat. He just seemed to be very aware of everything that was going on around him. He actually intrigued the hell out of me, and I found myself sketching him on one of my pads.

I’d gotten finished with all my work, and I didn’t want to go back to the mansion that I now called home. I was avoiding my feelings for Sawyer, and I didn’t know how to deal with everything that was going on in my life right now.

“Hey, Brat. You got a visitor.” Flynn said in his thick Irish accent. He appeared in the doorway of my office out of nowhere. For a big guy, he sure did move quietly.

“Umm. I don’t have any appointments scheduled, who is it?” I asked with a wrinkled brow as I rose from my chair to see who was outside my office. I was confused because I didn’t have any appointments, and the gallery is usually closed on Sundays.

“Austin Thomas.” Flynn’s voice was flat, but I couldn’t tell if that was his normal tone or not. I was shocked that Austin had shown up to the gallery. I hadn’t talked to him in a few weeks. After the baby shower, he kept hounding me for details about Sawyer and his business. Any time we were together, the conversation would be about Sawyer Nash. He didn’t seem interested in getting to know me, so I decided we should just be friends. He agreed, and that was that.

“What is he doing here?” I mumbled under my breath as I rounded my desk.

“Don’t know. Do you want me to get rid of him?” Flynn asked. I smirked at him because, just as I suspected, Flynn may not say much, but he saw and heard everything.

“No. I’m good. You can send him in.” Flynn nodded, and I leaned against my desk to wait for Austin. A few seconds later, Austin entered wearing what I called his “relaxed” wear. His blue collared golf shirt was tucked into a pair of dark gray chino pants. His white pair of boat shoes made the outfit casual.

Austin smiled, and the dimple on his left cheek made an appearance. His short blond hair was perfectly styled, and his blue eyes twinkled. I could admit that he was a cutie, but definitely not my type. In fact, he was the exact opposite of my type, which is why I dated him in the first place. I seemed to gravitate toward the bad boys, and that only got me broken hearts and lonely nights.

“Hey, Austin.” I greeted with a smile. We parted ways amicably, so there was no need for me to be anything but friendly.

“Hey, Sasha.” Austin pulled me into an uncomfortable hug, but it didn’t last long because a throat clearing had him stepping away from me quickly.

I looked over Austin’s shoulder and saw a glaring Flynn still standing in the door. He was propped up against the door frame, and I had a feeling he wasn’t planning on leaving.

“Um, have a seat. What’s going on?” I asked once he was sitting on the couch in my office. I chose to sit in the chair facing the sofa. I was afraid if I sat to close to him, Flynn would do something crazy.

“I went by your apartment, and you weren’t there,” Austin replied cocking his head to the side.

“I’m confused. Why were you going by my apartment?” I questioned. We hadn’t so much as text since we decided to just be friends, so there would be no reason for him to just stop by my house.

“I hadn’t seen you in a while, so I thought I’d check up on you.” Austin shrugged, but I could see through his relaxed demeanor. We’d dated for a couple of weeks, and he was a nice enough guy, but we didn’t have the connection I was looking for. We barely even kissed, so I know he wasn’t just popping up for no reason.

“Oh. Well, I’m doing just fine.” I said suspiciously.

“I see that,” Austin glanced over at Flynn, who was staring at him with a death glare. He looked away quickly with a frown. I held back my smirk because Flynn wasn’t the one Austin should’ve been worried about. If Sawyer knew he was here questioning me, there would be hell to pay.

“Why are you really here, Austin?” I was never one for mincing words. It caused confusion and frustrations, and I already had enough of that in my life at the moment.

“I want to know why you disappeared on me, and now you have a bodyguard.” Austin had a little too much bass in his voice for my liking. He wasn’t my daddy, and I already had an overbearing spouse.

“First of all, I didn’t disappear. We decided not to date anymore. I don’t know what that means to you, but to me, that means I don’t owe you anything.” I was trying my best to keep my voice level. I didn’t like confrontations, and I’m a go with a flow type of girl, but I didn’t like the way Austin was coming at me.

“I didn’t say you owed me anything, Sasha. But I didn’t think you were that type of woman.” He all but snarled in my direction. I’m not sure what the hell he meant, but I didn’t appreciate the insinuation, and apparently neither did Flynn because I heard him grunt behind me. It seems like both me and Flynn are losing our patience with Austin.

“What type of woman would that be?” I questioned with an arch in my brow. Austin didn’t know shit about me.

“The type that dates a man for his status.” Austin narrowed his eyes at me. I was shocked that a man I dated only a few weeks had the audacity to show up and accuse me of being some gold digging trollop.

“Well, it seems you’ve made yourself perfectly clear,” I stood up and walked toward where Flynn was still standing, “Flynn will show you out.”