24. Garrett
GARRETT
“ Y ou’re hovering again,” Paige says without looking up from her computer screen.
“I’m admiring.” I push off the doorframe and cross her office. She rolls her eyes but can’t hide the smile that spreads across her lips.
It’s been three weeks since she was taken, and she’s not wrong. I have been hovering.
She didn’t say anything at first, letting me be a worrywart and wait on her hand and foot. But now that most of her cuts have healed and her bruises are fading, she’s started pointing it out. I tried convincing her to take more time off, but after a week of resting up in my penthouse, she was getting antsy.
My mom was taken back into custody, trying to claim she did nothing wrong and that it was all Brandon. The moment she tried placing all the blame on him, Brandon flipped and told the police her entire plan. It was basic; take Paige, get the money, and go into hiding. He spilled all their plans, everything she convinced him to do. What no one was expecting was that when my mom found out, she actually admitted she was just using Brandon.
Then it came to light that she planned to ditch him after she got the money so she could go back to Colorado and pay to get my dad out of jail.
Needless to say, both of them are serving out their sentences in prison. Since my mom broke parole in another state, on top of her previous convictions and kidnapping in the state of Florida, the chances of her getting out during my lifetime are extremely low.
I round Paige’s desk, place a hand on the back of her chair, and force her to turn.
“Please tell me you’re finished with work so we can get out of here.” I lean down and gently nip at her bottom lip. “I have been thinking about tearing that skirt off and fucking you all day.”
She snorts, dropping her head back to quirk a brow up at me. “Since when does my workload or the fact that we’re in the office stop you from doing that?”
I grin. “Fair point.”
Placing my hands on the armrests of her chair, I trap her in the seat. Dropping to my knees, I stare up at her pretty face, once again wondering how the hell I got this lucky to be here.
“What?” she asks when I don’t move after a few moments, quickly looking at her closed door.
I thought I was living before her, thought that, despite all the heartache and struggles, I had been happy. But being with Paige gives life a whole new meaning and I will spend the rest of mine working to make her as happy as she makes me.
I shake my head, pushing up to kiss her. “I just love you.”