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She looks up at me. “Really? You won’t mind?”
I shake my head. “Not at all.” While we’re on the subject, I mention, “We need to get you a birth control implant. I don’t want any accidents happening.”
“Okay.”
Pushing her onto her back, I cover her breast with my hand and press kisses to her jaw. “God, I love your body.”
Skylar reaches for the drawer and grabs a condom. “On your back,” she orders. “I want to be on top.”
Grinning, I do as my woman says, and I lean back against the pillows. While she rolls the condom onto my cock, I’m struck, once again, with how much I love her.
It just happened, and I had zero say in the matter. One second I wanted to strangle her, and the next, I wanted to fuck her.
Chapter 36
Skylar
The past week has been pretty uneventful. Other than going to the clinic for the implant, I haven’t left the penthouse.
I’m wiping down the counters when I realize I’m not a prisoner anymore.
Swinging around, I look at Renzo and say, “I can go out.”
“What?” he mumbles before he lifts his head from where he was reading something on his phone.
“I can leave the penthouse.”
A frown forms on his forehead. “Yeah?”
“I need to go to the mansion to get my wallet.” I begin to walk to the elevator, then pause to ask, “Can Vincenzo or Fabrizio give me a ride?”
There’s still a frown on Renzo’s face as he asks, “You want to go out? Right now?”
“Yes.” If he tells me I can’t, I’ll lose my shit.
“Okay.”
Excitement bursts in my chest, and when we enter the elevator, I grin up at him.
The corner of his mouth lifts, and gripping hold of my jaw, he presses a hard kiss to my mouth. “Your smile will be the end of me.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re fucking stunning when you smile,” he mutters.
The doors slide open, and as we walk to the Bentley, Renzo tells the guards, “We’re heading to the Davies mansion.”
During the drive, my excitement dies away, and my grief crawls back into my heart.
Renzo notices my change in mood, and linking our fingers together, he kisses the back of my hand.
It’s something Dad used to do when I was in the hospital, and the memory has me taking a deep breath while I do my best to stop the grief from overwhelming me.
It’s getting easier to fight back the tears, but the pain is still raw, and I don’t expect it to lessen anytime soon.
When the Bentley pulls up to the mansion, I glance around the garden that needs tending. I’ll have to decide what to do with the place. It’s big and needs a lot of upkeep.
We climb out of the car, and as we walk to the front door, I say, “I think I should sell the property.”
