Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
8
Nick
I made my way to the main door of the building. All it took was the flash of my badge to get by the guard who was sitting there. That and the ‘don’t fuck with me’ glare. I walked to the elevator and pressed the number to her floor.
It never once entered my mind to wonder if she had company or not. The new me didn’t give a fuck and for her sake I hope she didn’t. Even to this day, after all this time, the thought of anyone else touching her still makes me see red, and now was no different.
I didn’t ring the bell but pounded on the door with my fist. Better to keep her off balance from the get.
“Coming, who is it?” I heard her voice from beyond the door and something inside of me eased. I braced myself for the sight of her, opening my senses. I wanted to savor every minute of our new beginning.
My body felt like a live wire when I got my first look at her. I just stared at her for the first few seconds letting it set in that I was here. That after thirteen long years there was nothing standing between us.
“Nick, what…?” She’d come to the door wrapping a night robe around her middle. I’d convinced myself that I was ready for this, but damn, I had no clue. The sight of her still had the same damn affect on me as it did the day I fell in love with her.
“I’m here to get you, let’s go.” I brushed past her into the apartment and closed the door. If she was anything like the girl I fell in love with all those years ago, I knew I might have a fight on my hands and I wasn’t about to give her time to think.
“What, what are you talking about?” She followed me into the room and dropped into a chair with her mouth open in surprise. “You heard me Michelle, grab some stuff. Not a lot because I’m on my bike, we’ll come back later and get the rest.”
Now that I was on the other side of the door I could relax. There was no way I was leaving here without her.
“Are you nuts? What’s going on?” I walked to where she was sitting and stood over her, willing myself to stay calm long enough to let her make the choice on her own. “You heard me Shelly, it’s time to come home.” When she just stared up at me as if in shock, I took matters into my own hands.
I pulled her up from the chair and her robe fell open revealing her cute little night shorts and the matching tank. My body reacted the way it always had, not that I’d expected anything else.
“Thirteen years ago you got away, never again, let’s go.” I pulled her to me and my nostrils flared as her scent reached me. “Still the same.”
She opened her mouth to argue but I didn’t give her a chance. One of the things I’d decided after the demise of my family was that I would never again play the sap. Whatever I wanted in life I’m gonna take.
I’d done the right thing and got fucked. No more. Poor Michelle had no idea what she was in for. And if she fought me, which I was hoping she wouldn’t, then she’d get her first taste of Savage.
She’d only ever known the gentler side of me, and now was not the time to introduce her to the other. Hopefully she’d never see that side of me. My hope is to keep her as far away from that side of me as possible.
I walked towards her bedroom with her hand in mine, dragging her along behind me, that slight tremble giving her away. Thank fuck it was still there. That time hadn’t erased what she once felt for me. I was putting a lot of stock in a simple thing like a tremble in her hand, but I’d take whatever the hell I could get.
In the room I moved to the closet and started grabbing shit off of hangers. I threw her a top and a pair of jeans. “ Get dressed. Where’s your overnight bag? Pack what you need for tomorrow.”
She opened her mouth again to argue but there was nothing she could say to steer me off my course. She hadn’t screamed bloody murder, hadn’t yelled for me to get out. That was enough for me to know that whatever she was feeling, there was still hope.
The Shelly I knew would’ve slammed the door in my face if she wasn’t interested. Then again she also knew that I’d break the shit down and she never did like to make a scene.
“Save it princess.” Princess, it had been years since I’d called anyone that. The endearment brought me up short as it opened the door to more memories and I turned to her taking her face in my hands.