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Dad is back to yelling at me, but I can’t hear him.
A piece of me had just walked out the door, and all I knew was I needed to go with him. Turning to my parents, I say, “You think I care how many girls he slept with before me? Do you think it matters to me when I feel this good with him? I love him, Dad. Why can’t you see that?”
“This is not about how many whores he fucked Lexi. Stop being a child and listen to me. When have I ever been wrong about something?”
“Landon is not Stuart!”
“No, he is much, much worse.” How could he say that? How could he even compare that lying bastard to my Landon?
“Guess what, Dad? Only God doesn’t make mistakes, and you are not Him. Goodbye.” I run out of the place I called home, from the two people I loved my whole life, but nothing he can say will make me love Landon any less, so it’s all pointless and empty talk.
I hear dad yelling after me as I walk over to the elevator, but the only thought I have is I need to find my man.
As soon as I storm out of the building, I see his broad shoulders slip inside the car, and I run after him. “Landon, wait.” He whips his head at me sharply, shock written all over his beautiful features.
“Lexi, what are you doing? Go back in there!”
“No.” I press my body to him, wrapping my hands around his torso. “I love you, Landon Locke, and I’m sorry about that shit show. I had no idea you had some kind of history with my father, but I do want to know what exactly happened between you two.” Landon looks to be in pain again, so I quickly add, “Not now. I don’t need to know anything right now. Let’s just go home.” He brings his arms around me and returns the hug.
“I’ll tell you everything, Lexi. I promise. Just give me some time,” he pleads with me, and I nod. I’ll do anything for this man.
In the back of my mind, bells are going off, but I shut them down.
I trust Landon. He won’t hurt me.
Lan kisses the top of my head, and we slip inside the car as it takes us back to my place.
I don’t want to talk about anything. I just want to feel him. Trust that my dad didn’t ruin this thing between us. I turn his head toward me and kiss those plush lips.
I swear I feel Landon wince in response. “Lan, I love you. You hear me? I love you. I chose you. I’ll always choose you. Stop worrying and kiss me,” I tell him and hold his face close to mine, waiting for those sweet kisses.
“I don’t deserve you, Lexi. Your father is right, and you should leave me.”
“No! Now kiss me.” And he does. He kisses me like never before, silently trying to say something that I can’t translate but can only feel.
I think Landon loves me too.
We spend the rest of the ride like that, wrapped in one another, and only break apart to walk up the stairs to our room.
Yes, it’s our room. Landon has been sort of living with me for the past three months, and I love it.
Sometimes I do wonder why he prefers my tiny apartment to his penthouse in Manhattan, but honestly, who cares.
Maybe you should!That nagging feeling keeps reminding me, but I silence it once again.
All that matters is that he is mine, and I am his.
“Lexi, please don’t leave me,” he says with that pain in his voice. That raw vulnerability he only ever shows me. Landon is afraid, afraid to let himself love.
I look up and smooth out that worried crease in between his eyebrows with my fingers. “I won’t, Landon. I can’t leave you. Ever. You hold my heart in your hands. Please be careful with it.”
“I love you, Alexandra Ellis. I will treat your heart with utmost care. I promise.”
There are no more words left as we strip off our clothes and allow our bodies to proclaim our love to each other again and again until we are too exhausted and spent to move a single limb.
He loves me. I knew it. He loves me.
Nothing can stand between us now.
