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“I’m sure there’s something, Eloise. I don’t know everything about you—not yet, at least.”
Her throat bobs as her eyes lift to the ceiling. “He might be listening.”
I shrug. “Fuck him.” I glance up at the darkness of the concrete and metal framed ceiling. “Fuck you, Massimo!” I yell before glancing back at Eloise. “Tell me.”
Her face reddens before she looks away.
“That night…” she murmurs. “The party at Worthington Tower, and the elevator…” Her face turns pink as she chews on her perfect, plump lip. “I was sad to leave you,” she says softly. “I didn’t want to, but it felt like I should.”
Her mouth twists again as her beautiful baby blues raise to mine.
“And when I was leaving and you were still sleeping—” She stops and rolls her eyes. “Ugh, this is stupid.”
“Tell me,” I growl, taking her hands in mine, my eyes burning into hers. “Just tell me, Eloise.”
She swallows. “I…” she rolls her eyes again. “I whispered part of you is mine forever into your ear.”
The room is quiet as she takes a slow, measured breath. She’s still blushing as she visibly cringes in front of me. “Jesus, I can’t believe I just told you?—”
“I didn’t want you to leave, either,” I murmur quietly. “The next morning, when I woke up alone…” I shake my head, my eyes never leaving hers. “I was so fucking mad when you weren’t there.”
Eloise’s lips curl slightly in the corners.
“And when you were asleep in my arms earlier that night, right before I crashed myself, I said something to you, too, you know.”
I lean close, my lips almost on hers as her breath catches.
“What did you say?” she whispers.
“You’ll always be mine.”
My lips press to hers. It’s no ordinary kiss. It’s a kiss over ten years in the making, picking up where we left off in the daybreak gray of an elevator car. It’s every curse I sent her way, every speck of my anger, every black scorch mark of rage being purged from my system.
A cleansing fire.
A rain to wash away the bloodied battlefield between us.
I don’t kiss her because I want her.
I kiss her because she’s already mine.
Always was.
Always will be.
My hand slips up her face to tangle in her hair, pulling her close and kissing her as my pain and the past melt away around us.
Until the single door across the room wrenches open with an ear-splitting shriek. We both whirl, but I don’t make any effort to pull away from Eloise.
Let that fuck see with his own eyes that she’s mine.
Massimo comes in, dressed in black. His eyes land on where Eloise’s hand and mine are entwined, and smugness surges inside of me at his dark look. But the feeling shatters when two of his men stride into the room behind him, carrying a limp body with a bag over its head.
Wearing a Tom Ford suit I know too well.
“No—!”
A barely conscious, badly beaten Gabriel groans as the bag is yanked off his head. Massimo’s goons carry him over to Eloise and me, letting him drop to the ground in front of us.
