Whenever I glance in her direction while driving through the city, I can’t seem to look past her delicious thighs. The need to bury my face between her thighs is almost unbearable. If she suffocates me, what a way to go. Then I hear a soft sound coming from my woman and glance her way to find her tucked against the window of my car fast asleep.
Yes, I desperately want to bury myself deep inside of her. However, knowing she trusts me enough to fall asleep next to me, without even knowing where we’re going, has pride swelling in the center of my chest along with a warmth I didn’t think I would be lucky enough to experience.
This woman is mine and I’m not letting her go.
CHAPTER 3
DOVE
The hands, the ones that always have a way of reaching for me no matter where I hide or how far I run, are almost touching me. They always find me in the darkest time of night. It’s like they know when I’m vulnerable and when I’m the weakest. Then they come for me.
They always come for me.
Just when the tips of their fingers graze my skin, I sit up straight in bed. I’m gulping down air as my body shakes from the fear of them almost getting me. Again.
As the seconds tick by, I realize the bed I’m in is far too soft and comfortable. Comfortable doesn’t even cover it. The bed feels like a cloud. Is this what other people are experiencing when they get into bed?
I’ve been missing out.
I look to the side and expect to see the room divider in my apartment, even though this doesn’t feel like my bed. When I don’t see it, my heart starts to pound in my chest.
Fuck. This room is huge. And it’s only a bedroom. There’s nokitchenette hiding in the corner. Not that there isn’t plenty of room for one.
I think you could fit two of my apartments in this room. And a dining room table which is a luxury I don’t have.
Where the hell am I? I sure as fuck am not in my rundown piece of shit apartment. This place screams expensive in sheer size. Does anyone need a bedroom this big? It’s almost too much.
Not only is it huge, but it’s beautiful. It’s decorated with bold jewel tones, and the furniture feels expensive. Heavy. There’s no way this furniture came in a box and required a hex key to be put together.
No, this is solid and handcrafted. It looks heavy. Substantial.
Has anything in my life been as substantial as this furniture looks?
“You’re thinking very loudly,” a man’s voice rumbles from behind me and I jump.
My movements are slow, as if it would make a bit of difference considering I’m still wearing lingerie from my shift, as I turn toward the man next to me in a strange bed. When I see him, everything comes rushing back to me.
Going to work.
Working the room.
Romeo calling me into his office like a little pet.
Him putting his hands on me and hurting me.
Angelo walking into the office, taking it all in, and doing something I never would have expected. He stood up for me, heprotected me, and he punched his brother. The man drew blood for me.
I danced for him.
My neck and face starts to heat slightly. I’m not entirely sure which is more surprising—being in Angelo’s bed or the way I’m blushing right now. When it comes to my line of work, blushing doesn’t happen often. I’m not ashamed of what I do.
That doesn’t mean it’s my dream. It’s not.
I’ve just been in survival mode for so long.
“What am I doing here?” I pause and my eyes narrow as I look at him. “Where is here?”
Infuriatingly, Angelo smirks. Fucking smirks at me.
