AllFreeNovel
Share Us
We still.
Both of us silent.
Staring.
No words are spoken.
We both take deep breaths as we try to get air into our lungs.
Eventually he shifts his weight and runs a finger down my face.
“Mine,” he repeats. “Mine.”
The word I will hear for the rest for my life, and for the first time since he said it to me. I don’t mind.
“Yours.”
26
EATON
Iclaim Shelby one more time before we fall asleep, both of us sated, and for the first time in a long while, I sleep peacefully. I think the last time that happened was before my mother died.
“Shelby, Max, Lena. Here now,” I shout out, standing in the hallway of my mansion a week later. Looking down at my watch, I tap the timer to see who will appear first and how long it will take them. “I’m waiting.” I growl a little louder.
Max appears first after twenty-five seconds. “Eaton, what the fuck?” He takes one look at me and bursts into laughter. “You’ve got legs!”
He’s referring to the fact I’m dressed casually in shorts and a t-shirt. And not my usual business suit.
“And so will you in less than five minutes, or I’ll shoot you in the foot for laughing at me.” I raise a telling eyebrow at him.
Lena appears next. I can see the shock on her face at my choice of attire, but she’s more sensible than her husband and doesn’t say anything. She’s already casually dressed and not in a suit like Max.
She turns to Max. “Is he all right? Do I need to get a doctor?”
“He’s fine, just going a little bit soft in his old age.” Max chuckles.
I tap the gun secured in the waistband of my shorts. “Last warning.”
Max waves his hand in the air and disappears down the corridor a deep chuckle following him. “Think about it, Eaton. A couple of months ago you would have threatened to shoot me in the balls, not the foot.”
He’s right, a part of me is mellowing, but I’m still a dangerous asshole if needed.
Finally Shelby arrives. She’s wearing a light summer dress and has her long hair pulled back in a French plait. She stops, mouth open wide, staring at me.
“Are you going somewhere?” she questions.
“We all are.”
Shelby and Lena exchange side eye looks.
“The next one to question the way I look will be spending time in the cellar!” I retort, growing frustrated with the fact that my shorts and t-shirt are causing such amusement. I wear the same outfit when I go to the gym, albeit the designer Gucci clothes I have on today are not as sporty as the ones I wear for exercising.
“He’s still in there, then.” Shelby smirks.
“I look like a right idiot.” Max returns dressed similarly to me. “Where are we actually going?”
“It’s a surprise,” I offer as the sound of a helicopter landing in the garden fills the house.
