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"Hey. I just got a call from Marc Feral. He has questions about the deal and the contract. Can you come over so we can discuss this?"
"I'm having a situation at home, so I don't think I can leave."
Alisha puts her hand on my chest and whispers. "Go! I'll stay here with Samantha. You deal with business."
"Are you sure?" I ask.
She nods.
"Okay, Nick. I'll be there in half an hour." Without breaking eye contact, I end the call. "You don't mind?"
"No. Since Samantha's mad and emotional, I don't think she will come out of her room soon. It's unnecessary to both sit here and wait. So I'll stay here, and when she comes out, I'll try to talk to her."
I nod. "Okay. I'll be back as soon as possible."
We exchange a deep, passionate kiss, and I enjoy how her sweet teasing tongue stops my troubled brain from overthinking. Every time we kiss, it's like the normally unavailable pause button in my brain is pressed, which creates a vacuum wherein there is no worry but only an overload of pleasurable feelings. She tugs on my bottom lip, and my pants get painfully tight.
With one hand I clutch a chunk of her golden hair, and when I yank it back with a bit of force, she lets out a longing moan and shivers as I whisper in her ear, "When the opportunity arises, I will fuck you on every surface of my penthouse." After planting a rough, quick kiss on her soft lips, I step away and leave.
* * *
"Cole,go home. You've been checking your telephone every five minutes. If I was in your shoes, and fifteen-year-old Charlotte had told me she was seeing a twenty-year-old boy, I would lose it."
"Good to see I'm not the only one having a hard time controlling a situation like this."
Nick shakes his head while muttering something under his breath. "Trust me," he states. "When Charlotte is Samantha’s age, I'm on her. She'll have a tracker on her if it's up to me. I'll even hire a fucking bodyguard to follow her everywhere. No boy will come close and get the chance to hurt my girl."
I grin with content. "Exactly. I plan on finding Leo and clarifying my thoughts to him."
I look at my phone. Three and a half hours have gone by. I rise from my seat and walk to the door of his home office.
"Give Emma and Charlotte a hug from me. Talk to you later."
"Okay. Keep me updated," Nick calls out as I exit his office.
Steppingout and locking my car, I notice Alisha's parking spot is empty.Weird.I walk further and grab my phone when it beeps from an incoming message. I halt as the hairs on the nape of my neck rise when I read the text.
Stay away. She's mine.
This is from an unknown number.Fuck.How did he get my phone number?
I come into motion and hurry to the elevator. Minutes later, I jog into my penthouse and roar.
"Alisha!"
Nothing
"Samantha?" I yell louder.
Why is nobody answering?
I dial Alisha’s number, but she doesn't answer. My worried mind goes into a higher gear, and with an erratic breath, I call Samantha's phone, but it goes straight to voicemail.
I rush through the penthouse and fling Samantha's bedroom door open.Empty.I rub the back of my neck while manically pacing through the bedroom, trying to think of what to do. There must be a simple explanation. Perhaps they talked and went for a walk.But what if that’s not what happened? What if… What if the text has something to do with the fact that they aren't here?
"Fuck," I yell. My phone yelps for attention, and when I see who's calling, I push the answering button and growl, "Where are you? Are you okay?"
"Cole!" I pick up on the slight tremble in Alisha's breath. "I'm with Samantha, but I need you to come."
