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His thumb under my chin, his fingers curling around the side of my neck, he grazed his mouth to mine, smiling arrogantly. “While I’m sitting in that business meeting, I’m going to be thinking about my dick covered in your juices,” he whispered and bit my bottom lip.

I sighed, circling my arms around his waist. “When will you be home?”

The mood changed abruptly, but he didn’t move away from me. “When I get back.”

“When will—”

“When my business is taken care of,” he stated sternly, anger rising in his voice and stare. “Had I not been so distracted last time I was there, I wouldn’t be headed back now to clean up loose ends.”

Was he seriously trying to make me feel guilty for standing up for myself? Who the hell did he think he was? This, this attitude right here, was why I could never want anything serious with him.

“New rule, you don’t question me about business, got it? You don’t understand what I do, you have no say so in what happens. You stick to massages and let me do what I do.”

Startled at his outburst, I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I just blinked at him in silence.

His smile returning, he brushed my cheek with his knuckles. “I’m going to call you every single day and miss you.”

I forced a weak, timid grin, reassured but still concerned.

Planting a quick kiss to my lips, he stepped away from me and dug out his wallet, pulling a card out for me. “Here is the code for the door. It doesn’t have a key, you have to punch these numbers on the pad. Also, the elevator is private, just for you and the other three apartments up here. Anyone who gets on the elevator has to have a code, so no unexpected visitors. Other than you, your friend, and Wyatt, no one has any business up here—”

“Wyatt?” I snipped, taking the card.

He blinked, appearing as if he were confused at my confusion, like I should already know.

“Yeah, Wyatt. He’s going to live here, too.”

Chapter 17

Chastity Monroe

Taken aback, I threw my hands out, gawking incredulously. “Excuse me, why?”

The sternness back, his nostrils flared. “Because you are my woman and therefore priceless. You will be protected at all times. That man will go everywhere you go, and no one will ever harm you.”

“A bodyguard?” I shrieked, arching my brows, stunned at what I was hearing.

“Yes. When I am not here, I need to know you are safe.”

“Why wouldn’t I be safe, Milo?” I muttered, alarm bells ringing loudly.

“Do I need to remind you of the guy following you around a couple weeks ago?”

“Yeah, but—”

“It’s Chicago,” he snorted, drawing his shoulders to his ears. “There are lots of bad people here. This isn’t Mayberry, Chazzy. You are mine, my responsibility, and I am very, very, very attached to you already,” he whispered, stroking my jawline.

He motioned around the penthouse. “As if that isn’t obvious how important you are to me. I will not chance you even getting a sprained ankle on the streets, so Wyatt is in charge of you when I’m not around.”

I folded my arms over my stomach and pouted. “Wyatt hates me.”

“Wyatt hates everyone. And that doesn’t matter, he will sacrifice his life for yours because that is his job.”

Huffing, I leaned to one leg, gazing out the window at Lake Michigan in the distance.

His finger under my chin forced my attention to him. “You going to miss me?”

“A little,” I answered quickly.