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"Put me down."
"No." He turns, walks back the way we came.
"Where are you going?" I glance up the street. "Why are you going this way?"
"I am taking you to my car." He walks faster.
At least, we are not on the same street as Weston’s penthouse. So, there’s less of a chance of running into my sister or any of the Seven. He reaches a black Maserati—of course, it’s a Maserati that he’s driving, even in London—and unlocks it. He opens the passenger door, slides me onto the seat, then leans over me. He buckles my seatbelt and his big body dwarfs mine for a few seconds. The scent of him intensifies, my core clenches, and my mouth waters. Then he moves back and I sag against the seat. I wipe my damp palms on my thighs and try to fight the weakness that grips my limbs. I draw in another deep breath and my nostrils flood with the dark, edgy scent that is so very Mika. My toes curl, even as my heart refuses to let up its relentless hammering. Shit, shit, shit. Even stuck in the middle of these heart palpitations, I can't stop myself from being aroused.
Apparently, being away from him has only made the yearning I feel for him so much worse. He walks around to take his place behind the wheel. He starts the car, eases it onto the road. There’s silence as he drives forward.
I close my eyes, focus on my breathing, on willing my muscles to relax, on bringing the trembling in my arms and legs under control. My body slowly responds, and by the time I feel like myself again, a good ten minutes must have passed. I finally open my eyes, take in the familiar surroundings of Park Lane. "Where are you going?" I turn to him.
"To your hotel."
"To my hotel?" I frown. "You know where I am staying?" I shake my head, “Of course, you know where I am staying."
We don’t speak for a few more seconds, then I burst out, "Why did you come after me, Michael?"
"Because I had to."
"Bullshit," I wrap my arms around my waist, "you asked me to leave, then not even forty-eight hours pass, and you turn up after me." I rake my fingers though my hair, "I mean, this is just…crazy."
"What is?"
"This entire, elaborate, set-up—you breaking up with me—"
"Pretending to break up with you."
"Then putting me on your plane and getting me out of there, only to follow me."
"I hadn’t intended to come," he says in a low voice, "but I couldn’t help myself."
"Gee, thanks," I murmur.
"That was a compliment," a thread of humor runs through his words.
I shoot him a sideways glance, "I still don’t believe that you fabricated that entire scene."
"Sure, you do."
"Eh?" I turn to him, "Care to explain yourself?"
"In your heart of hearts, you knew that I wasn’t capable of cheating on you."
I scoff, "I am not a mind reader."
"You know me Beauty. You know how much I care for you."
"If you did, you would have taken me into your confidence and explained your plans. But you didn’t."
He stays quiet.
"If you did actually consider me your wife—"
"Which I do."
"If you considered me your partner, you’d treat me as your equal. You’d share your plans with me…not… Pull that stupid shit like you did...where you upset me so much that I leave you."
