Page 52 of Beauty & Chaos

Once she gets on the path, I can walk away. My jaw tightens the more I think about that happening. This stubborn woman is so against having a relationship, I realize I have a small window to spend with her.

One I’m going to steal.

Life a thief in the night, I’m taking what I want.

All of her.

“Brook”—I take her face—“come away with me this weekend.”

Her brows shoot up.

What am I doing?

“I’m going to be busy with this story. We discussed this. I don’t want anything serious.”

My thumb brushes over her lips, and she presses closer, my cock thickening between us. “This could get dangerous. So let me help.”

“How?” Her face follows my thumb, seeking more of my touch. When she opens her lips, I slide it an inch inside.

Fuck, she’s hot as sin.

“The way any billionaire does. With money. Let me get you some private security as a first step. Have you been served yet? By...”

Fuck, I nearly sayby my father.

“No, but I am expecting it. They’re waiting to see if we drop it first. Their PR teams are starting to investigate me. Last week my old boss from the NYT said they reached out and asked if I was fired from my job. You know, getting the dirt on me.”

Shit.

I don’t like that they will come after her. She has no one to protect her. It’s very irresponsible of her. Doesn’t she know how this crap works?

Well, now she has me.

“They’re going to get really aggressive; you know that, right?”

She nods.

“I want to take care of you. For...Terrance.” She’ll find his/my name in one Google search. “I’ll arrange security and make sure you have a legal fund at the ready.”

Brook tips her head. “Why would you do this?”

I slide my hand behind her neck and look her directly in the eye. “Because you’re the only one who can do this, and from what I know, Leo Taylor deserves to be behind bars.”

“I can’t promise that.” She shakes her head. “All I can do is tell the story.”

“Well, the least we can do is destroy him.”

Before she can overthink my words, I scoop her up, stride through the ship and kick the door to the master cabin closed.

Then undress her.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

BROOKLYN

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The least we can do is destroy him.