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“Lom.” I can’t hide the emotion in my voice. I’m freaking out. I’m pretty sure I’m going to have a panic attack if I don’t talk to him about this.
“Fuck, what’s going on? You don’t sound okay.”
“I… I went to the jail to visit my aunt, and she’s trying to blackmail me, and I’m just so overwhelmed. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t b-believe she’s doing this to me,” I begin to stammer over my words, and tears threaten to fall, but I try to keep them at bay.
“Okay, okay. Slow down. Come to the hotel. You can stay on the phone with me while you drive if you want. I don’t know if it’ll make you feel any better or if you want to just see me when you get here.” As Lom’s speaking, I type in the name of the hotel, and my GPS brings up directions to it.
“Yes, please.” I buckle my seatbelt and start the process of leaving the jail’s parking lot. Once I’m past the guard, I drive out of the fenced-in lot onto a state road, then follow my GPS. Lom and I don’t say much as I drive, but he checks in to see how I’m doing and asks about my ETA. He’s trying to keep me off the edge of having a complete mental breakdown, and I need that so badly right now. After about thirty-five minutes, I’m pulling into the hotel’s parking garage. “I just got into the parking garage. I’ll see you upstairs in a few minutes,” I tell Lom. We say our goodbyes, and then we both hang up.
As I park my car and get out of it, my heart beats so intensely it’s in my head now. The elevator to the parking garage opens, and much to my surprise, it’s Lom. I figured he might send Ludvik down here… but the fact he came to me when I needed him this much tells me everything I need to know. His heart is as pure as they come.
He walks up to me quickly, and when I’m within his reach, he wraps his arms around me and holds me against him. “You had me so worried. We’ll go upstairs and talk about everything in a minute, but I need to hold you for a moment.” It’s like he’s trying to explain why he needs to comfort me right now, but I don’t care about any of that. I’m just so happy he wants to comfort me in the first place.
I wrap my arms around Lom’s body and hold him like my very life depends on it. I’m so damn happy he’s here. I don’t know what I’d do about any of this if I didn’t have him.
He leads me upstairs, and once we’re in his suite, I breathe a little easier. He hasn’t let go of me since he came to me in the parking lot. Even in the elevator, he had his hand on the small of my back, or his hand was in mine.
Once we get into his living area, we both sit down on the couch beside each other. He runs his fingertips against my chin and forces me to look at him. “What’s upsetting you so badly, Emily? You know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you in the least bit.”
I give Lom as many details as I can about what happened when I was a teenager, and then I tell him about the phone call I received earlier this week and about what happened today. When I’m finally finished, he shakes his head and seems aggravated. “This is only a desperate attempt to try and intimidate you. Let me ask you this, would it really be a big deal to your family if they found out about your daughter?”
“My family members are southern, and besides that, they’re very strict Christian people. I could get disowned for this, Lom.” I wasn’t trying to do anything malicious in the choices I made when I was a child. I wanted what was best for my daughter and for me too. I couldn’t have raised a child back then. It wouldn’t have been possible, and I wouldn’t have given her a good life.
“All right, well, there’s only one way to fix this.”
I raise a brow at his words. “What are you suggesting?”
“You need to beat your aunt to the punch. She wants to tell your mother, so you need to tell your mother before she does. Then she has no power over you. She has nothing to use, nothing that can give her any bit of leverage. I understand the situation is sensitive, but this is the way to take the power your aunt thinks she has away.”
“God, I need a drink,” I mutter as I run my hand over my face exasperatedly.
Lom rises from the couch and goes over to his bar, and I watch very closely as he grabs a bottle of bourbon, a mixer, a lemon, simple syrup, and a jar of cherries. If I’m not mistaken, he might be making me a whiskey sour right now.
Sure enough, as he continues making the drink, I know exactly what it is. He pours it out for me and then walks it over, handing me my drink. I lick my lips before I take a sip of the liquid, and I can hardly believe how delicious this is. I end up letting out a pent-up breath as I finish my second sip and place the drink on the coffee table in front of me.
Lom’s already back at the bar making his own drink, but I rise from the couch and walk over to him. I slide my hands around his waist and press my forehead against his back. I need something from him so badly now, anything to take away my frustration. I need a stress reliever, really.
Lom turns around slowly, and I don’t allow him to wriggle my grip away. I want to feel his body against mine. I want to feel every bit of pleasure this man can give me, and I need it more than I need air.
“Lom.” The tone of my voice tells him exactly what I need, and he scoops me up into his arms, carrying me through the suite until we’re in his bedroom. Lom tosses me on the bed so hard I start laughing, and then he pounces on me like he’s a bobcat.
“Hearing you laugh is something I always wish for,” he murmurs against my neck, then presses chaste kisses from my neck down to the center of my chest. I inhale slowly, anxiously awaiting what he’s about to do next.
Lom skirts his fingertips under my top, and together we rid me of my shirt, then his hands go behind my back to unclasp my bra. My tits are out in the open, and Lom brings his mouth over one of my nipples. I release a pent-up breath and arch my hips as he swirls his tongue around my hardening nub.
“Mmm, Lom, I can’t handle the teasing right now. I need you, please.” He looks up at me with hunger-filled eyes, and we both begin taking off my pants and then my thong underneath them. I’m quick with Lom’s dress shirt, practically becoming a professional by unbuttoning it swiftly.
“I plan on taking as much time as I need with you, my sweet girl. You’re worth every bit of my attention, and you’ve had a very, very hard day.” Lom’s attentiveness is one of the many things I love about him. He’s a total catch, and the more time I spend with him, the more I’m unsure if I could ever let him go.
I don’t think I can, and I don’t want to ever have to.
Chapter Eight
Lom
We’re finally in Grozny for Amelia and Ruslan’s upcoming nuptials. The trip here took longer than expected. There was an issue with the jet, so we were forced to stop in Lisbon, Portugal. Because of this unexpected issue, it took us twice as long to actually arrive in Grozny, and I’m more than exhausted due to the length of the trip. They told me that the issue on the jet was a small mechanical one, and it would be fixed within a couple of hours. Now, I don’t know about most people… but if you have the ability to fly on a private jet in the first place, it usually means you have a good amount of money.
If my family hadn’t been through such a tedious and difficult time here recently, I would’ve likely waited for the jet to be repaired, and then we would’ve taken off. However, things haven’t gone very well for my family. We’ve had people betray us, lies come up from the cracks, and allies make us aware of truths we never even knew in the first place. With all of that considered, I felt it was best to have my brother’s jet come pick us up in Lisbon, but of course, his plane had to be going through some sort of renovation. So we were forced to wait an extra eight hours for another jet to arrive. Once it did, we were more than ready to get back in the air and finally arrive in Grozny safely.
