Chapter Twenty-four
S leep has never been easy. I’ve never gotten much of it, not when I was younger and I was always on alert living under my father’s roof, the slightest sound would wake me and not since I killed him, and his blood coated my skin. I’ve grown accustomed to it, the lack of sleep though I know my health in general is fucked because of it, but these past few days with Savannah? I have slept for at least eight hours straight every night. Not a whisper of a nightmare or a breath of ghosts that haunt me usually.
Savannah curls into my side, mumbling in her sleep while the sun filters through the curtains I hung for her the day before. I have spent every spare minute with her since we went shopping for items for her house, only leaving to do work for Malakai or check in with my brother. She’s had time off, so she’s just been here, decorating and painting the walls.
But the moment we are back together we crash into a mess of limbs and lips and teeth. It’s a frenzy, one I hope never dies down. I can’t get enough of her, can’t satisfy this need for her taste or the touch of her fingers.
It’s her smiles, the way she laughs, tipping her head back, her entire face lifting with her joy. It’s the sound of her voice, a melody to soothe a weary soul and the way her fingers caress me, touching me every chance she gets.
My fingers trail down her bare arm, reveling in the way her skin pebbles and body reacts to my touch even in sleep. I remain on my back until she stirs awake sometime later, stretching her body out next to me as she drowsily opens her eyes and looks up at me.
“Good morning,” She rasps sleepily. The ray of sun beaming in through the curtains hits her just right, lighting up the blue in her eyes like it’s the first day of summer. Her hair is a mess and she’s barely coherent, sleep still clinging to her but fuck me, she’s so damn beautiful.
Unfortunately, life has to resume, we can’t stay in a bubble forever so an hour or so later, we’re both dressed, and Savannah is staring down at her phone, a frown on her face.
“What is it?” I ask, a bite to my tone as I think of that fuck face messaging her again .
“I completely forgot,” She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, “I’m supposed to be attending a release party tonight.”
“For what?” I continue fixing us both a coffee while she quickly types out a message.
“The video I recorded with Adrien.”
I’m going to scrub that man’s name from her fucking memory, I’d much prefer to scrub him from existence too, but fame brings complications and too many questions.
“Who the fuck has a release party for a music video,” I sneer though it shouldn’t surprise me, the fucker is so far up his own ass I’m surprised he can see daylight.
“It’s surprisingly common,” She sighs, “I’ve got to attend.”
“The fuck you do.” I snap.
“It’s in the contract,” She accepts the cup of coffee I pass her and puts down her cell, “No choice.”
“We will go and leave,” I shrug, “You showed your face which is all that is needed.”
A wince, “I don’t have a plus one, it isn’t required since my agent is there.”
Savannah cocks her head as she looks at herself in the mirror, smoothing her hands down her all black ensemble. A pair of leather tight pants clings to her legs, molding to the shape of her thighs and hips and she has a lace top tucked in, the area beneath her breasts entirely sheer and only the cups that shield her breasts made of solid material. She’s got on a large, oversized blazer that covers a lot of her and her platinum hair is down, falling down her back in a silky curtain.
The opposite to the ballerina you see on stage, her slippers now replaced with six inch heeled boots.
Her reluctance to go to this party is evident with the crease between her brows and the tension in her shoulders and I hate that I can’t go in with her. This is her job, and I refuse to put that at risk so I’ll wait until it’s over and I can take her home.
“Ready?” I ask.
“I guess,” She rolls her shoulders and picks up her purse, tucking her cell inside. “It’ll be fine.”
“I’ll be there to pick you up as soon as you’re ready.” I assure her.
A soft smile touches her lips, “I know.”
Giving her a quick kiss, I place my hand on the base of her spine and guide her from the house and toward my car parked on the street before I open her door. She climbs inside and once she’s secure, I make my way around to the driver’s side. As soon as the engine is on, she begins to fiddle with the dash, hitting a couple of buttons to connect her phone and her music begins to play.
Parachute by Chris Stapleton fills the car and she sinks back into her chair .
I leave her to listen to her music as I drive us across the city and toward the bar the event is being held at, the streets quiet for a Tuesday night and after I pull up outside, I turn down her playlist, glancing toward the lot across the road.
“I’ll be back as soon as I’m done at the house.” I assure her.
“Okay,” She breathes, eyes searching the crowd gathered outside the door for the bar. “My agent is there.”
Grasping her chin, I turn her face to me and press my lips to hers, “I am one call away.”
Her breath fans across my lips, “I know.”
With a final kiss, she climbs out of the car, and I watch her jog across the road, steady on her feet despite the sky-high heels and meet up with who I assume is her agent, a dark haired but greying woman who has glasses and a severe expression. When I see she’s safe, I pull my car into the lot and park in a spot that has the bar in clear view. Her eyes find mine once before she slips through the door and disappears inside.
Not a moment later my phone dings.
Tiny dancer: Are you sure this is okay? Do you mind coming back?
Me: I’ll always be here.
Tiny dancer: Are you sure?
Me: Never been surer of anything, Savannah .
Tiny dancer: I’ll make it quick.
Me: Take your time. I’ll be here.
Tiny dancer: I don’t want to take my time. I want to go home and have you inside me.
My cock immediately jerks at the message. Fucking tease.
Me: Careful, sweetheart, we both know what happens when you push me too far.
Tiny dancer: Maybe I like it.
Me: There’s no maybe, you do like it. And I like it when you submit to me and scream my name.
I wait for a response, but it never comes though the message shows that it has been read. I pull back onto the street when I see her dip inside and head back to my place to pack up some clothes. I’ve been staying at Savannah’s so much that it makes sense to have spare clothes at her house. I check my cell again when I park up and when I see she hasn’t replied, I text her.
Me: Check in.
Tiny dancer: Sorry, I got caught up. Everything is fine.
I release my breath; I can make this quick and be back at the club in less than thirty minutes. I don’t like that she’s there with him, but she isn’t alone, and I can’t be in her pocket at all times. I’m just about to make it inside when a car pulls up to the side of the road in front of the house .
Sebastian cuts the engine, and then he’s climbing out and staring at me, his brow furrowed, and mouth turned down. He looks pissed.
Shit.
Does he know?