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When he ended the call, he stood and walked to his bedroom, scrolling through his contacts as he moved.
“Have the plane ready in half an hour. I’m going to Vegas.”
“Yes, Mr. Foster,” his assistant said.
He didn’t wait for a car to come pick him up. Choosing instead to drive one of his many cars to the private airfield where his jet would be waiting with a pilot.
Something was wrong, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
He slid behind the wheel of a sports car and dropped the phone into the connector that immediately paired it with the car’s Bluetooth system.
“Jeremy, I’m heading back to Vegas for the night. I’ll be at the office in time for my first interview with the executive team.”
“Everything OK?”
“I’m not sure. Rylee was upset last time I talked to her and now she isn’t taking my calls.”
“OK man. I hope everything works out.”
He ended the call and focused on getting to the airfield.
An hour after takeoff, he was landing in Las Vegas where a car was waiting to take him to Rylee. His shoulders were tense as he rode in the back of the black town car, and he tried her cell once again. “Damn it, Rylee,” he muttered as it sent him to her voicemail.
When they approached the villa a half hour later, he’d practiced a speech for if she tried to break up with him. Though the dominant side of him wanted to tie her to the bed and fuck her until she saw reason.
As he climbed the stairs to the front door, he unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and rolled them up.
He’d already ditched his tie and jacket on the plane.
When he stepped inside, he greeted the security guard sitting in the small surveillance room to the side of the foyer and then went in search of Rylee.
The dining room showed evidence of the dinner she’d eaten, and a stack of papers lay on the island in the kitchen. He glanced through them and saw that it was the paperwork Jeremy had sent her. Was there something in there that had upset her?
Instead of thumbing through the entire stack, he continued his search for Rylee. He could ask her about it when he found her.
First, he checked their room and found it empty, though he spotted a pile of her clothes on the floor near the bathroom.
Then he walked down the hall and eased open the door to her old room. Sure enough, she was curled up on the bed in just a t-shirt. Her eyes were closed, but he could see she’d been crying when she fell asleep.
“Damn it,” he murmured as he slipped into the room and stripped off his shirt and slacks, so he was just in his t-shirt and boxers.
He eased into bed with her and pulled her against him.
She startled and tried to get away.
“Shhh… it’s just me, Ace.”
Her shoulders relaxed, and she rolled in his arms to face him.
“Hi,” she murmured. “What are you doing here?”
“You wouldn’t answer my calls,” he said, brushing the hair from her face.
“What did I do, lover?”
Rylee closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”
She sat up and rolled off the bed. Memphis followed.
