I could be in the middle of being abducted. To my own penthouse. Which, I suppose, doesn’t seem plausible. Still.
The doors ping open to my penthouse, and Declan carries me inside.
“You can put me down now.”
He grins, wandering across the floor, then finally drops his eyes to mine. My heart stops. God, he’s beautiful.
“No thanks. I’m happy enough with you in my arms.”
“Same.” I sigh and lean my head against his chest again to enjoy these last moments.
One more day.
Declan carries me up to my bedroom where we’ve previously spent hours having the best sex of my life, and places me on my feet.
The mood shifts immediately when his eyes turn serious.
What is happening?
“Get changed into something comfortable, sweetheart. Josh and Ryder will be here in about five minutes, and we’re going to talk about how to extract you from this situation.”
“Dec, no. You can’t. No.” Panic strikes me, and I grip his arm.
Ignoring my plea, he tugs me into the large walk-in closet and yanks a sweatshirt off a hanger. I don’t even take note of which one, as he tugs it over my head and pulls my arms through.
Like I’m a child.
I’m wearing the dress from lunch with Charlotte. I put it back on after showering earlier.
Control of my life starts fading before my eyes.
Tony demanding I cancel my private security.
Dad making me marry Tony.
Declan dressing me and forcing me to share details that could cost people their lives—Dad’s, mine, Mom's.
I just don’t know.
Maybe even Declan’s.
No!
I start losing it.
“I want this off. Get it off me. Now.” I rip at the dress and pull everything off when he steps back, studying me. “Damn stupid clothing.”
Muttering, I stomp around the closet, find a white sweater and black sweatpants. Then add a pair of white Gucci sneakers.
A buzz lets me know my guests have arrived.
My eyes fly to Declan.
He moves in close. “Trust me?”
I nod, but I’m half-lying.
I trust him to protect me, but without all the information, he can’t. So, I’ll go along with this to keep him happy.