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“You are cutting it close,” Stephen says as CeCe and I board the plane.
“Not late is good enough for me. Stephen, this is CeCe Preston. She will be joining us on this flight.”
“Welcome aboard, Ms. Preston.”
“Thank you,” she says, following me to a section of seats that face each other. Grey and Charlotte talk with Stephen for a few moments before joining us. “I’ve never been on a plane before,” she whispers as she buckles her seatbelt. “Never even left Vegas.”
“The world awaits, my love,” I say as I buckle my own belt.
Gray and Charlotte sit across from us. Soon enough, we are in the air. Gray joins me in the galley, where I prepare us some bourbon and cokes for us while he gets the girls some plain coke.
“What’s going on? What was with those guys?” Gray asks.
“Long story, short? Her mother was selling her to a mobster in exchange for wiping out her debts so I took CeCe before that could happen. I am afraid it’s going to get worse before it gets better.”
“Fuck that shit,” Gray says vehemently. “We’ll handle it.”
“I know, but I’m afraid it’s going to come down to a life or death situation.”
“I’m ready. Are you?” he asks.
“Fuck yeah. No one tries to hurt my girl and gets away with it.”
“Same page, brother. Same page.”
When we get back to the seats, the girls are laughing together about some TV show, one we happen to produce. I’ll have to introduce them to the cast. They seem to love the show. The flight is short, and we are in L.A. in record time. It takes us about an hour to get to the penthouse. Getting my girl home and into my bed is my only thought right now. I shudder to think what would have happened to her if I hadn’t seen her assailant out of the corner of my eye. Luckily, I don’t have to think about that shit.
Chapter Eight
Cecilia
I have seen movies and TV shows about LA, but nothing compares to the real thing. It is amazing here. I have never seen so many glass buildings or high rises before. I also have never seen so much traffic in my life. While it was exciting to see all those things, I couldn’t really appreciate it the way it needs to be. All I can think about is getting to the LA place. I may have put on a brave face when we were in Vegas mostly because I had a feeling that G would have killed the guys that tried to take me away from him had I showed him how upset I was, but now my nerves are fried and my emotions are hanging on by a thread.
All I want now is to be in his arms and have him tell me that everything is going to be okay. When we get to the penthouse or I should say the top of a fucking twenty story building that might as well be a five bedroom, three and a half bathroom, one story glass house with stainless steel appliances and beautiful mahogany wood floors.
After the four of us do the tour of the house we go our separate ways with a promise to meet up for dinner. I walk into his room and instantly fall in love with his huge California King bed. G walks up behind me, pushes my hair to the side and kisses my neck while wrapping his arms around my front. One of his hands is his right below my left breast, his thumb running along the edge of my bra, the other splayed flatly against my stomach. My hands are lightly resting on his forearms.
Fuck me! How the hell can I be so fucking horny after what just happened a few hours ago? All I can think about is having him fuck me hard from behind and show me who I belong to. I am so turned on and entranced with how sexy his muscular forearms look wrapped around me that I almost miss his next words.
“It’s been a long couple of hours, doll face. Let’s get in the shower then you can nap until dinner.” I melt into his embrace and sigh.
“That sounds wonderful.” Two seconds of being in his arms and I already feel the stress of the day leaving me. He places a small kiss against my shoulder then lets me go. Before I can pout about being out of his arms, he grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom, and I gasp. I think that this is going to be my favorite part of the house for sure. There is a huge bathtub that could fit four people in it. There is a shower on the other side of the room with a sitting bench and glass doors. I look longingly at the bathtub as I start taking off my clothes. I can’t wait to have a bubble bath in it with candles and one of my favorite books.
