Page 80 of Take Me (Dark Odyssey 5)

“Brain tumor. There was nothing the doctors could do. It was inoperable and the treatment just prolonged her life but she deteriorated so bad toward the end,” I explain.

“I’m sorry. I know how hard cancer can be. My mother had it. Thank God she was able to fight, but I think it was because she knew about it at the initial stages. It was hard all the same,” he sympathizes and I notice the fervency in which he speaks about his mother. There’s a softness to his voice that carries respect.

“I’m sorry to hear she had it.”

“Thanks.” He presses his lips to my forehead again. “No more talk of reality.

I want you in this room doll. From tonight you’re sleeping in here. I think it’s safe to say Rosie is used to the place by now. That okay with you?”

I smile up at him. “Yes. It’s okay with me.”

“Good, it’s time to switch things back to the bed. I want to fuck you hard on your hands and knees again,” he says with a sexy smile that makes heat streak through me.

He gets up and picks me up too, carrying me into the bedroom.

I can see from the wild streak in his eyes that he has no plans to go to sleep tonight. Definitely not when he takes out his a silk scarf from the night stand and little tube of lube.

* * *

We continued indulging on each other right until the sun came up. Then he spent the day with me and Rosie because he was working tonight.

He didn’t say where though.

The evening came and I sensed that he wasn’t going to the club when I caught a glimpse of his gun as he placed it in his jacket.

He saw me looking and worry filled his eyes.

We ate dinner together and I marveled at how good he was with Rosie, and the same for her. In the back of my mind though I wondered what would happen tonight. I wondered and naturally worried. I think he could tell too. I caught him looking at me a few times and I looked away.

He’s proven time and time again that he’s not a bad person. At first glance when you meet him he’s the playboy billionaire. Then you see he really isn’t that at all.

However, I find myself thinking about what other masks he might wear.

Miguel was like that. The first mask he wore was that of prince charming and he worked his magic so well he fooled Mom. That was how I fell for him and with her seal of approval I thought I hit the jackpot. She didn’t even have a problem with him being ten years older than me.

He was only thirty two, it wasn’t as if there was a dramatic age difference. That’s what she said. There’s a ten year gap between Christian and me too.

Mom was the kind of person who would judge the book by the cover and could tell straightaway if a person was good or bad. Miguel fooled her big time, so I didn’t have a hope in hell when he put on his other mask.

I look at Christian and wonder the same. What’s he like when he’s at his other work. Rosie likes him. She doesn’t really talk to men and in these few days I can see the connection she’s formed with him.

She likes being called principessa just as much as I love him calling me angel or doll, or whatever he comes up with. But they’ll be another side to him that’s dangerous. One I shouldn’t want my child around.

As if I have a choice.

It won’t be long now before our no strings attached relationship ends.

I go back to work next week and it will be business as usual, sleeping with him and fighting with my heart not to feel for him. The same way I do now, even when he’s not touching me.

He waited until Rosie fell asleep before he took me aside. It’s after eight and he’s ready to leave.

I knew he was going to talk about the gun, or something like that.

“Don’t be scared of me,” he says surprising me.

I smile a smile I don’t feel and try to look nonchalant. “I’m not scared.” I answer and I wonder if it’s a lie.

He reaches for my hand and it’s then I notice my fingers trembling. I look down, embarrassed. He’s given no reason to be scared, but I guess deep down I am.