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It pained me to see that she and Lane looked unwelcome in my apartment. She looked around like the apartment was an institution. Like a prison. And I didn’t know what to do or say to make them feel more welcome, and I was glad I had instructed Camila to meet me here when she arrived. She looked relieved when she saw her get off the elevator. They both did.
“What do you want to talk about?”
She looks at the monitor and watches her son with the softest expression, full of love. I could imagine her looking at me the same way and my stomach clenches at the thought and so does my… cock.
I shake my head in bewilderment at the notion of us together. I have sworn off marriage. Aura was the only woman I could ever see marrying but I let her go when news broke that she married Lane. She didn’t have a wedding or grand affair. It was just released by the racing world that the great Lane Turner married the love of his life. It was then I knew I never stood a chance. When it was announced they were waiting for the birth of their first child, I saw my chances evaporate into thin air and decided that it was best to completely let her go. It didn’t thwart my plans on getting back at my parents for what they had done to her.
To me.
To us.
In part, it was their fault for kicking her out of my life. I was eighteen and dependent on my inheritance and thrust into my family’s expectations. I was willing to give it all up for her, but I was still in high school and when I graduated, Aura’s best friend Exie told me that Aura was fine and in love with her brother. It was a blow I never expected. Aura never returned my calls or sent a text. I knew there was no way I could get her back or offer her the life Lane could at the time. Even if her happiness wasn’t with me, I loved her enough to let her go and be happy with him. She deserved to be happy and be loved by a man that would do anything for her after the loss of her beloved parents. She deserved to be loved and cared for properly and he could.
She takes a deep breath. “I know that you feel I need to stay with you and I get it, but we can’t stay with you here.”
“Why?” I ask.
I know they feel uncomfortable but I want details, so I can rectify them. I want them to feel relaxed for a little while until things die down, and she can go back and raise her son. She is grieving. She needs time to think about what she wants out of life and what she wants to do in the future and I have a company to run, business deals to make, and money to be made. I have way more than I need but my purpose is to make even more. It is selfish to want more money but I have my reasons.
She scans my office and looks around before her eyes meet mine and I try to not make it obvious she still has the ability to make me aware of her sexually. If the circumstances were different, I would swipe everything off this desk and lay her on it just so my face would be between her thighs, reminding me of how she tasted when she came on my lips the first time. It thrilled me that I was the first to at least taste her sweet pussy. There has never been a woman that has ever tasted as good as Aura and believe me, I have tried to find one, but nada.
“Your apartment is nice but not a place for Lane. He loves to play with his toys which are basically cars with tracks. Toys would damage your pristine floors and the furniture is definitely not the type to have a five-year-old sit on. I would basically have to tell him to stick to playing and eating on the floor.”
“You would do no such thing. I won’t allow it. He isn’t a dog but a child.”
She gives me a small grin. “I’m glad you agree with me and understand. I will call an Uber, and we will be on our way.”
She moves to stand. I frown and panic begins to filter inside of me. She’s leaving?
“Wait. You can’t leave and I understand.”
Her brows rise and I glance at the monitor, watching her son slide the cars on the marble. Looking through their eyes, I’m sure their home is equipped for children to play with and a kitchen to make cupcakes and popcorn. I get it. She wants to feel comfortable and, more importantly, for her son to feel comfortable under the circumstances.
“I have an idea.”
I don’t but I will. I can’t watch her leave. Lane wanted me to watch over her upon his death and make sure she was okay and taken care of. His lawyer gave the rundown that there will be a letter to be delivered to me after a certain amount of time before the year is out. Why? I have no clue, but Lane was a strategic son of a bitch. We were friends in high school and after, but not best friends like Cason or Brian, with whom I still keep in touch. We respected each other and that is one reason why I knew he would be good for Aura.
“What idea is that?”
“You could stay in my house and it would be better than staying here. A good place for Lane and for you. No one can bother you there and you will have security at all times and you won’t even know that they are there.” I take a deep breath. “If they know you are not at your main home they won’t go looking for you there.”
She nods. “How long? I’m not thinking about myself but of what is best for Lane. He doesn’t need to be frightened by all the media and cameras or his grandparents imposing and making demands. Lane never had us in the limelight, and we preferred to keep our personal lives as private as possible. I know it is more because the media is locked on the Turner name and their business dealings.”
“I know.”
I do know. Aura was never at public events, which sparked controversy as to why Lane Turner always hid his family and never took them to any races or public events involving his builds. Now she is at the forefront and on every page and social media news as the woman who inherited everything from her late husband. Car manufacturers and racing companies will be hounding her to sell her rights to his builds and, more importantly, his cars to include his patents on certain tech for imported cars. His cars are probably worth more than his company, and she owns them all. Lane’s family has connections and will do anything to take them from her.
“Until it all dies down, and they all back off. I will be there to guide you and protect you and Lane. Nothing will happen to you and no one will pressure you to do anything you don’t want.”
“Okay. I just need to get my things in order and a car to be brought up to your house. Lane needs to be with all the things he is familiar with.”
“I took the liberty of bringing your things from the hotel.”
“How?” she asks.
“I own the hotel you are staying in.”
She rolls her eyes. “Naturally,” she quips.
