Chapter 2
Savannah Miller.
The woman who consumed my thoughts.
The woman who would soon be mine to do with as I pleased, and Iplanned on doing a lot with her.
Trying to stifle a laugh, I watched as she frantically turned the key,desperate to get her car to start, and growing more and more frustrated every time the engine choked to life, only to die again.
Hardly surprising the pile of junk was going nowhere given that whenBrian tampered with the brakes, he messed with the starter motor too.
My girl wasn’t going anywhere. Not until I said she could.
“You think she suspects anything?” Brian said, looking at Savannahas she pounded her fist against the steering wheel in anger.
“No. She thinks she skidded on ice. Plus, she knows the heap of shitwas an accident waiting to happen,” I replied, confident she was clueless.
Just like she was clueless that I’d been breaking into her apartment towatch her sleep, and when my business restricted me from visiting her, I’d watch her from the comfort of wherever I was, thanks to the cameras I’d had installed throughout her tiny apartment.
She’d become my obsession, and I’d lost countless hours watchingher go to work, coming home exhausted and collapsing on her couch where she’d then sit all evening, fretting about how she was ever going to get out of the mess she’d found herself in.
In the time I’d been watching her, I’d learned a lot about Savannah,and the more I discovered, the more determined I was to make her mine.
There were things I still didn’t know about her though, like howdelectable her lips would be to kiss. I didn’t know how delicious her juices would be when I feasted on them, and I didn’t know how damn good her cunt would feel when it squeezed my cock.
But I would.
Soon.
“Call the tow. Tell them to get here stat,” I instructed Brian. Hepulled his phone out and walked away to make the call.
Brian was a good man. A loyal one too. He’d worked for me for thepast four years after he left the Air Force in England and wanted a fresh start in the US.Most of the time, I didn’t know what I would have done without him,and it was thanks to his connections to people who worked under the radar of the law that I had the means to learn all about Savannah without her knowing.
Turning my attention back to her, I found her leaning her headagainst the headrest, her eyes closed, and cursing under her breath.
She did that a lot.
Even when she was alone, Savannah cursed a lot to herself. I’d cometo learn it was her way of expressing frustration, if only for a moment before she composed herself.
Given the shit hand she’d been dealt in recent months, Savannahrarely let her defenses down, not letting herself trust anyone.
She didn’t have friends, they’d all abandoned her in her time of need,believing she couldn’t be trusted. She didn’t have any family, her mom passed away over a year ago, and thanks to the one person she should have been able to trust letting her down, she now refused to date.
No matter how many times the car salesman prick constantly askedher.
Despite everything life had thrown at her, she kept going,fighting her way through each day, even if it was a never-ending battle she couldn’t win.Perhaps that was why I was obsessed with her, she never gave up,no matter how hard times were, something I knew a lot about myself.
I took a moment to study her as she sat in her seat muttering cursesto herself. Although I’d spent hours upon hours staring at her through cameras, or as she slept, seeing her now was different.
Maybe because this moment was the start of our forever.
My business partner, and best friend, Fox, thought I was off myrocker for losing my head over a woman, but I didn’t give a fuck what he thought. He could call me pussy-whipped all he liked, so long as I had her.
And I would have her.
Savannah was quite simply magnificent. She had that ‘girl next door’look to her, an air of shyness, but peel back a layer, and underneath was a firecracker waiting to explode. In my thirty-one years, I’d fucked hundreds of women, but none of them came close in comparison to her.
She’d just come from work so her sandy blonde hair was pulled upinto a high bun. Over the course of the day, tendrils had broken free from their hold and hung loosely around her heart-shaped face.
The only time she wore her hair up was when she was at work, andthe second she stepped through her front door, she’d pull her hair down, before even removing her shoes. The rest of the time, she left it to hang down in soft waves to her ample cleavage.
I’d lost count of the amount of times I’d pictured her hair wrappedaround my knuckles as I fucked her from behind or rammed my dick down her throat.
Bright green doe eyes were framed by dark lashes. Now I’d seen herup close and in person, I knew I would spend hours getting lost in her stunning eyes.
A dusting of freckles spattered her high cheekbones and upturnednose, and on her plump, rosy pink lips was a small scar just above the top one. I was desperate to learn how she’d received it. In all the pictures I’d found of her online, the small scar was present in all of them.
The ghastly work uniform she was wearing didn’t do her figure anyjustice. The white shirt was too baggy, and the dank gray color of the pinafore made her skin seem paler than it was. But underneath, she had a mind-blowing curvaceous figure.
I’d watched her strip off in front of the camera in her room time andtime again, and each time, it resulted in my cock growing hard as steel, and me having to relieve myself.
She wasn’t stick thin like a lot of the women who threw themselves atme were. Her tits were big and juicy, her waist tapered down into her child-bearing hips, and her ass had enough meat on it to jiggle when she walked.
I couldn’t wait until the day I got to run my tongue over the curves ofher delectable body and worship every inch of her.
Maybe Fox was right. Maybe I was pussy-whipped.
Coming to the realization that her car was going nowhere, Savannahstepped out and slammed her door in anger.
“No luck?” I asked, stating the fucking obvious and tamping down myamusement. Her beautiful emerald eyes shining with indignation met mine, and a heavy scowl settled on her face.
“No,” she huffed before straightening her pinafore. Dried food stainscovered the front of it, and the memory of watching a kid run into her earlier flashed in my mind.
Of course I’d spent the day watching her from outside the diner. Howelse was I going to put my plan into motion?
“Brian’s calling the firm I use. They’ll be here as quick as they canand will get your car to a garage,” I said, waving a hand to where Brian was a few feet away from us talking on the phone.
Her eyes flashed over to him before coming back to meet mine, and aflush started creeping up her neck.
“Look, I appreciate it, and I don’t want to sound ungrateful,” shepaused and squeezed her eyes closed. When they opened again, they were full of humiliation. “But I very much doubt I’ll be able to afford the company you use.”
She wasn’t wrong. I’d seen her bank accounts, and I was all tooaware of her financial situation. Savannah barely had two spare cents to rub together. She lived on a strict budget, and anything unexpected such as her car crashing, was only going to push her further over the edge.
And straight into my hands.
“It’s no problem,” I told her, shrugging.
She gaped at me for a few seconds, indecision weighing on her, and Iknew she was debating about whether she should confess to not having any insurance.
At least she thought she didn’t have insurance. From the minute shepicked the car up two weeks ago, I’d paid for it to be insured, and all the paperwork was sent to me so she didn’t know.
If I’d had my way, she never would have set foot in the death trap, butI hadn’t been ready to execute my plans just then, so I allowed her to drive it.What Savannah didn’t know was that any time she got in the car,Brian followed her to make sure she arrived wherever she was going safely, usually to and from work.
Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she accepted she was going tohave to confess her crime, and her eyes filled with tears as her bottom lip began to quiver.
Fuck, I wanted to take that plump lip between my teeth and suck it.
“I know you don’t have insurance,” I said before she had a chance tospeak.
Her brows shot up in surprise as her mouth dropped open. “H…howdo you know?” she stuttered, her voice full of worry.
I took a step forward, my hand twitching with the need to stroke thesoft skin of her cheek.When she was mine, I would make sure a day didn’t pass where Ididn’t get to caress her in some way.
“Does it matter how I know? It doesn’t make it any less true, does it?”
She stared at me in stunned silence for a few seconds. “No, Isuppose it doesn’t. Are you going to report me to the cops?”
I smirked. Of course I wasn’t going to report her to the police. Whatwas I going to tell them, I had my driver tamper with a woman’s car and she crashed into me? And by the way, she thinks she doesn’t have insurance, but she does because I secretly paid for it. Oh, while I’m at it, I may as well tell you I’ve been breaking all kinds of laws to stalk this woman, and I plan on breaking a few more?
“No.”
Her face twisted into one of skepticism as if she couldn’t believe shewas hearing it right. “Why would you not? I crashed into you. I don’t have insurance. This isn’t your problem.”
“Maybe not, but sometimes, we all need a little help.” I gave her alopsided smile and took great pleasure in seeing a hint of lust flash into her eyes before she looked away.
“That’s really kind of you, but I can’t accept that,” she said, her gaze dartinganywhere but at me.
I sighed, frustration beginning to get the better of me. Savannahneeded to learn that when I said something, it was final, and she would accept it without hesitation.
“Well, maybe there is something you can do for me in return,” Ireplied, hiding my desperate need to control her.
Her gorgeous, evergreen eyes met mine, while her brows pulled intoa deep frown.
She swallowed nervously. “What do you want?” she asked, her tonelaced with hesitance, but I damn well heard the hint of curiosity.
What did I want?
Everything.
But I’d settle for something less.
For now.
“Have dinner with me.”
She didn’t reply straight away. Her mouth opened and then closedagain as if she’d forgotten how to formulate words. “You…erm…you want me to have dinner with you?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t even know your name,” she exclaimed, a hint of amusementin her voice. She looked around, almost like she expected someone to jump out and tell her this was a prank.
“Nash,” I said, offering her my hand which she reluctantly took. “Andyou’re Savannah.”
She froze. Her body tensed, and her face paled. “How do you knowmy name?”
I released her hand and pointed to the name badge sewn into herdress. “It’s on your uniform.”
“Oh,” she replied, her eyes dropping to where I had pointed,confirming that her name badge was indeed there.
“So, dinner?”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t?” I tilted my head to one side in question. I had a feeling mysweet Savannah was going to play hard to get. Good job I had a plan B. “And why not?”
“Becauseyou look like the kind of guy who would turn my world upside down, and I’m not entirely sure it would be for the better,” she replied, taking me by surprise with her candor.
She had no fucking idea how true her statement was.
“It’s just dinner,” I chuckled. “You can even pick where we go.”
She sighed heavily, and her shoulders slumped. In that instant, Iknew I’d lost this round. But I was a persistent man, especially when it came to something I wanted.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, unable to meet my eye.
“It’s okay. I can take a hint.” When she finally raised her eyes, I gaveher a warm smile. I didn’t miss her pulse beat harder in her throat. “I’d still like to take care of the cost of the tow though, and have a mechanic take a look at your car.”
“That’s kind of you, but-”
“I insist,” I interrupted. She may have refused to go to dinner with me,but I wasn’t backing down on this.
Besides, she already owed me $250,000, what was a few hundreddollars more? Not that the car was going to be fixed, this was the first step in my plan to take everything from her.
Her nervous gaze drifted over to her car, and if seeing just howfucked she really was, her entire body deflated with helplessness.
“I don’t know what to say,” she eventually said, relief in her voiceeven if she was begrudgingly accepting my help. “Thank you, Nash. It means a lot. Especially for not reporting me to the police.”
“It’s my pleasure,” I replied, resisting the temptation to reach out andtuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Recovery is on its way. They’ll be here in about ten minutes,” Briansaid, rejoining us.
“Perfect. Brian, take Miss-” I paused, stopping myself from saying herlast name and giving the game away before I’d even started playing with her. Instead, I gave her an expectant look, raising my brow in question.
“Miller. Savannah Miller.”
“Take Miss Miller home. I’ll wait for recovery, and you can pick me upon the way back,” I said.
“Oh, no. There’s no need to do that,” Savannah protested atthe same time a chill ran down her body from the drop in temperature.
“It looks like it’s going to snow any minute, and I imagine you’d like toget out of your uniform,” I replied, casting my gaze down her body. Her cheeks flushed when I paused on the bean stain covering her luscious tits.
“Well, if you don’t mind,” she said apprehensively, looking from me toBrian.
I gave her a nod and watched as Brian opened the back door to myBentley.
Before she slid in, she paused to look at me, her beautiful eyesmeeting mine. “Thank you again. For everything.”
“I’ll see you, Savannah,” I said casually, turning my back to her,knowing that I’d be seeing her much sooner than she realized.