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When I reach the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of cold water. After the night I’ve had, it would be quite easy to consume a couple more whiskeys, but I need to maintain all elements of control today. She will have a number of questions when she reads the letter. Once I drain my glass, I leave it in the sink and head to my private quarters where no one will disturb me. I align my eye with the retina scanner and wait. Once the scan is complete and it recognizes me, the door slides open and I walk right in. I’m quick to strip out of the tuxedo I have been in for far too long and dress in my riding gear. I need to get outside on one of my many horses and let the fresh air remove her scent from my nostrils. Get a semblance of my normal reservedness back. I need to keep my distance from Rebecca. I need to treat her like she means nothing to me and just maybe I can somehow ignore this attraction that is brewing between us. But how do I do that when she could never mean nothing to me?
As I exit the front door, I am greeted by my housekeeper, Thelma, walking towards me. “Good morning, Mr. Black.” The closest thing to a mother I have ever known and yet she still won’t call me by my first name, despite having given her permission to do so on many occasions. Thelma is incredibly old school in the way she does things, and since I am her employer, she always maintains professionality.
“Good morning, Thelma. Miss Kennedy has arrived. You are to treat her how you treat me.” Thelma’s gray head bobs twice, showing her understanding. Her faded green eyes, ones surrounded by lines, assess me, and her mouth turns up in a smile.
“Of course, Mr. Black. Shall I tell her that? Or does she already know?” she enquires.
As I open my mouth in answer, I hear Rebecca’s voice from behind me. “Alexander Black! Get your ass out here and talk to me right now!”
“Shall I take that as a no, she doesn’t, Mr. Black?” Thelma queries, and that small smile morphs into an ear-to-ear grin. A small giggle falls from her lips and I know that Thelma finds this whole situation hilarious. I, however, do not.
I sigh and throw a thumb over my shoulder. “I’ll go talk to her, Thelma. Once it is all quiet, please go see her and fill her in. Please answer any of her questions, but under no circumstances is she to have access to a phone or the internet,” I advise.
“Of course, Mr. Black.” The smile is no longer present, replaced instead with a look of impassiveness. I turn on my heel and walk back into the house, with Thelma following me.
“Lock the door behind you,” I call over my shoulder. I make my way toward my area of the house. The only section of this massive home she cannot access. Not until she is mine, anyway. Hearing her making noises from that direction, I continue toward her. As I make the final turn to my rooms, I spot her. Hair wild, makeup smeared around her eyes from sleep and yet to me, she looks so breathtakingly beautiful. Her face changes the moment she sees me and she runs straight for me, punching my chest with as much power as a small puppy bounding into me.
“You have some goddamn nerve, pal; kidnapping is a federal offence, you know,” she yells at me. Annoyed with her constant punching, I secure her wrists and hold them in place.
When I’ve replied, I push her away, needing some space, as her spitfire attitude lights a fire within me. When I step aside to walk past her, she once again throws herself at me and since I’m not prepared for it, it knocks me into the wall.
She has spirit; I have to admit that as she yells at me to go home, but enough is enough. No one talks to me like this. I push off the wall and straighten my spine, using my height to my advantage. I’m barely holding on as I push her back without even having to touch her, advancing on her until she is the one with her body against the wall. I want to take her over my shoulder and carry her into my bedroom before punishing her and fucking her. But that isn’t the way to handle the situation; I need her to feel comfortable with me, to want to be here and experience everything I can give her.
“This is your home now, so get used to it,” I whisper.
“Alexander, this isn’t funny.” When she says my name, it does something to me, stirs my cock to life. No one calls me anything besides Mr. Black—I don’t allow them to—my first name is too personal. She spins away from me and heads straight for the front doors and tries to open them. It’s useless, given Thelma locked them only moments ago. She kicks the door next and I smile. Not wanting her to hurt herself, I walk toward her and take her in my arms, pulling her against me firmly.
A sound reminiscent of a growl vibrates from my chest when she sasses me and I tighten my grip on her arms, pulling her closer. She wiggles and struggles to get away and my cock once again twitches. I want to be inside her and make her groan my name aloud in pleasure. Knowing I can’t do that, instead I laugh and tell her to change her clothes.
“Of course, I totally forgot about that overnight bag I packed,” she backchats. I internally smile. Her attitude sure is a change; no one else would dare talk back to me. I love how she doesn’t care who I am and just treats me as though I am a regular guy. Something I have never experienced in my life, at least, not for an exceptionally long time.
I release my grip on her, hoping she will do as she has been told. But that would be too easy. Rebecca Kennedy isn’t just someone to do as she has been told.
She steps away and turns to face me, a scowl appearing on her face as her hands go to those fine-arse curves of hers. While I imagine her standing in this very pose wearing nothing but black lace lingerie, I try to tune out her ranting but it’s useless.
“Enough!” Her mouth snaps shut at my command. “And you haven’t listened to a word I have said either.” I didn’t want to reveal her parents’ betrayal like this, to hurt her feelings this way, but it’s the only way to get her to stop fighting me.
Then she retorts, and I can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of her assumption she was given to me for marriage. Alexander Black marrying? Never.
When she shakes her head and asks, “How much am I worth?” I analyze the ever-changing emotions on her beautiful face—anger appears first then sadness, and finally some sort of acceptance clouds her features.
I play dumb, but I know what she’s asking. I’m not quite ready to spill those details but it looks like I’ve got no choice now.
Her eyes are glassy, as though she is holding back unshed tears, and I want nothing more than to take her in my arms and hold her. But I don’t; I stay strong.
At the mention of how much her parents owed, I reach out, taking her hands in my own. Desperate to touch her in any way I can.
She spits facts about her family’s properties back at me, her voice full of anger and loathing. I feel myself teetering on the edge of snapping. No one talks to me this way. I pull her against my body, pressing my forehead against hers. Holding her in place so she has to look me directly in the eyes while I tell her what I need to.
“Watch your tongue with me, Rebecca.” I glare at her once more before pushing her away and heading to the one area where she cannot follow me.
I can still hear her even when I’m safely inside my own quarters and finally have the separation I need to think clearly. She pounds on the door, calling me a coward, which I am far from. Her questions fade as I continue through to my bedroom where I quickly strip naked, my now iron-hard cock slapping against my belly. She turns me on like no one else I have ever met. Her wild temper does something to me. I run myself a shower and take care of business as quickly as I can. jetting my load onto the white tiled wall. The steam does nothing to clear my mind as I hoped it would; I still see her face when I close my eyes.
As soon as I’m dressed, I head out my private entrance and hop into my Bentley. I have work to do and hopefully, putting distance between us will help me forget how she affects me. If I have to be away for a couple of days, so be it.
Down the gravel road on my estate is my private hangar. The one good thing about being as wealthy as I am is that you don’t need to rely on anyone else for anything. You can go anywhere you want without asking someone else for permission. I have all the toys I could ever want, including my private jet I keep on-site.
As I pull up at the main entrance to the hangar, I press the button on my keychain and the massive doors begin to open. I drive the car in and place it in Park before cutting the engine and getting out, taking my leather briefcase with me.
