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“Good. They better consider themselves lucky on that account. But make no mistake, if I find out they hurt you in any way over these two weeks, Iwillkill them.” Michael’s gray eyes bore into me, and I nod again, feeling my cock stir. Who knew Michael being protective would turn me on?
Michael washes me, taking great care with my body. I can’t wait until we can have this every day. We rinse off and towel dry, getting dressed in a hurry. We’re out and in our seats about ten minutes later.
Just as Michael finishes cleaning the bench seat, the flight attendant comes back to tell us to buckle our seat belts for the final descent. If I’m not mistaken the flight attendant’s cheeks are pink, making me believe he might have heard us. Or maybe he smells the sex in the air. My cheeks heat thinking about it.
Michael and I discussed it and we agreed that I should sit in the back seat of the rental he has, just in case one of my family members are outside. They’d think it strange if I sat in the front seat of a rideshare.
But I don’t move into the back seat until he pulls into the neighbor’s driveway to make out for a few minutes. I won’t see him for another two days, so I need to get my fill of him.
“Okay,” I say, pushing against his chest after we make out like horny teenagers. “My lips can’t look swollen when I go inside.” I kiss him once more, then hop into the back seat.
Meeting my eyes in the rearview mirror, he says, “Two days. And not a day more. Understand?”
“Understood, baby,” I reply with a smile.
He makes the short drive to my house and it’s a fight not to lean over the seat to kiss him again. “Two days, Michael Prince.”
“Do you really have to go?” His eyes are pleading and it’s a fight not to fall into them. “We can leave. Just drive away and Quin can find a way to get you a passport. Or we can skip customs altogether. Just … come with me.”
Sighing, I rub a hand over his face. “I have to finish this, Michael. I have to see it through so I can get all my mom left for me. I owe it to her memory to set everything in order. Does that make sense?”
He makes a frustrated noise, but I know it’s not aimed at me. “It does. And I hate it. But I’ll do what you want, baby. If you change your mind, say the word and I’ll come for you.”
“I will. I’ll see you in two days.” I kiss him quickly and climb out of the car.
As I drag my suitcase up the driveway, I start to get pissed. I’m back, but I feel like a different person than the scared Damon I was when I left. The last two weeks changed me in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I’m nervous about being back because I fear in these two weeks they’ll pull me back to where I was mentally. If I put my foot down, that might cause Conrad—or Conrad and Fallon both—to beat me. Then I know I’ll go back to who I was before I left.
How can I pretend I’m not different? How can I pretend that I don’t know what kind of people they really are? I don’t think I can face them down—I’m not strong enough for that—and I might get into crap if I try.
I sigh heavily as I shove my key into the lock. I don’t try to sneak in quietly like I usually do. My keys jingle as I pull my bag into the house, shutting and locking the door.
“About time!” I hear Fallon say behind me. Rolling my eyes before I face him, I turn and push the handle of my suitcase down.
“What?” My voice is almost frosty, sterner than I planned for it to be. Guess I’ll be facing them down after all. Oh well. I don’t back down or apologize. I just stare at my oldest stepbrother, already tired of his shit and he only said two words.
“What do you mean, what?” he asks incredulously. “Dad said your flight was supposed to be in an hour ago. Where have you been?”
Looking down at my watch, I see that he’s an idiot. “My flight landed an hour ago,” I lie. “Did you take baggage claim and drive time into account?”
I never give them attitude. Never. I know I need to dial it back, bide my time until my passport arrives at Velli Corp, but I can’t help it. After what Quin found out about James, I’m done. I’m over it. They’ve run all over me for years and I let them. I cooked, I cleaned, I ran errands, I made myself small for these ungrateful bastards.
And now, I’m done.
Fallon balks at my tone. “Apparently not. Dad, your charity case is back.”
I wince at that. Fallon smirks evilly, seeing that he got to me.
Instead of James coming out to bum rush me, Conrad comes down the hallway. “Well, well, well. It’s about time.”
I let him see me roll my eyes, pull my handle up from my suitcase and step around him, dragging it towards my room.
Conrad’s arm snaps out and he stops me. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m talking to you.”
I snatch my arm away and glare at him. For years, he’s made me afraid of him. For years, I haven’t been able to stand up for myself. Hell, I might fail now. But I’m not doing this anymore.
“I’m going to my room,” I almost growl, tired from the flight, fed up with this shit and missing Michael. “I had a long flight and a longer two weeks. At work. Something you don’t know about.” Conrad steps into my space and I back up, but I don’t back down. “Whatever you need done can wait until I’m off work tomorrow. I don’t have the energy to deal with it today.”
Conrad balls his fists and I smirk, thinking that if he lays a hand on me, Michael will literally kill him. It feels good to finally say what I’ve wanted to say. It’s a risk and a gamble, but I figure why not? I have back up now.
