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But the Medlocks never questioned why that was. They didn’t make my mom feel bad for not trying. They accepted her as they had accepted me.
I hugged my dad, a strong, bear of a man with my eyes and kind, smile lines around his mouth in the foyer of the Alexander, told him I would come by that weekend to see Mom and waved him off. I watched him leave in the sprinkling snowfall outside and disappear around the corner.
Darius was in the elevator when I turned. He stood braced against the back wall, fingers curled into the handlebars running beneath the mirrors, his eyes sharp and focused on me. I was only barely aware of the doors not shutting, not cutting theinvisible cord joining us, freeing me from the devil who haunted my every waking hour.
“Get in, kitten,” he said when I couldn’t move. “I’m going to solve your problem before we even reach your floor.”
To say I almost broke an ankle getting into that damn box was an understatement. I didn’t even care that he grinned when I hurried inside, trapping myself with the one man on earth who could make me climax with just his voice.
He pushed away from the wall and crowded into my space, pressing me into the corner with his heat as he reached past me for the buttons. He stayed as the doors closed. His palms anchored into the wall on either side of my head, and I was pinned beneath his ferocity.
“What did you need from your apartment, Kami?” His face lowered, tangling his low growl with my ragged breaths. “Or should I guess?”
All the moisture in my mouth evaporated, taking with it my ability to stand. I held tight to the railing, to my sanity.
“Darius…”
“Yes, baby?”
I bit my lip hard to stifle the words and pleas building on my tongue.
His hand, five strips of fire captured my jaw and jerked my chin up. “Tell me. I can’t make it feel good if you—”
His phone rang because the universe wasn’t fair and mocking my pain amused someone up in heaven.
Don’t answer it,I wanted to plead, but knew it had to be important just from the way his features went from aroused to furious just from the ringtone.
“It’s okay,” I told him when his nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched.
“No, it fucking isn’t,” he muttered back. “It’s work.”
“We can finish this later?” I whispered, uncertainty making my voice weak.
He pressed in, lips inches from mine.
Inches.
They almost skimmed.
His phone went off again.
He pulled back, chest heaving, face a cyclone of desire and rage. “I’ve never been so fucking jealous of your fingers.” His own fingers slid to the delicate skin of my throat and flexed. I moaned and he smirked. “Just remember, next time, it’s going to be mine.”
He pinched the button on the wall and allowed the door to slide open on a group of baffled people wondering why the elevator wouldn’t open.
They gasped when Darius stormed through them. They looked from him stalking down the foyer to me huddled in the corner, breathing hard and flushed. No one said what they were thinking when joining me in the box.
I didn’t see him again for almost a week.
The day before New Year’s, Alexander was shot coming out of a restaurant with Marcella. The bullet missed his heart by an inch. He was in the hospital for weeks.
I saw Darius when he and Marcella returned from the hospital, exhausted and pissed. No one stopped me or made a single comment when I leapt off the couch and went to him. My arms encircled his neck, gripping him tight as he returned the embrace with brutal force.
“How is he?” I asked, voice hoarse from crying.
“Resting.”
I would have stayed there forever, lost in his warm embrace, but there were too many people, and it was not the time.
