Chapter 7
Ididn’t feel an ounce of guilt as I watched Savannah with her head inher hands. A little bit longer, and she would have the chance to make all herproblems go away.
She just didn’t know it yet.
Savannah’s landlord was a greedy cunt. It only cost me a fewthousand to convince him to raise her rent. If he’d held out, I would have paid a whole fucking lot more, but his piggy eyes lit up with glee when I offered him $3000 to write a letter telling Savannah her rent was increasing.
From the stench rolling off him, I suspected his first stop after posting said letter was to buy a bottle of cheap whiskey.
Now she’d been served with a letter, along with the $378 I’d takenfrom her account, my sweet Savannah had nothing, making the deal I was soon to offer impossible to refuse.
There was no way she would turn me down, the life I could give herwas far better than returning to her mundane life with no job, no home, and no prospects of a brighter future.
And I would give her everything. I would worship at her feet every dayuntil the moment I took my last breath if it made her happy. In return, I only wanted one little thing from her.
My phone rang from next to the computer I was watching my sweetSavannah on. I picked up and answered, not bothering to check who it was because there was only one asshole who would call when I had specifically sent a message telling my staff I was not to be disturbed.
“What?”
“Well, hello to you too, fucker,” Fox’s unwavering tone echoedthrough the line.
“I’m busy,” I huffed, not taking my eyes off Savannah who had nowpulled a bottle of vodka from her freezer. In all the time I’d been watching her, I’d never seen her drink.
“Busy with your hand on your dick while you watch your girl, Junior?”Fox chuckled. A smirk twitched on my lips. He’d called me Junior from the minute he discovered I was all of a year younger than him.
Fox and I had been friends since I was eleven and he was twelve.We should have been sworn enemies thanks to the dispute between our families. Instead, we’d bonded over our mutual hatred towards our fathers.
We’d often joked we were the male equivalent of Romeo Juliet,except without the romance bullshit, and instead of topping ourselves, we’d put our brains together, and formed a multi-million dollar company, much to the disgust of our fathers.
“What do you want, Fox?” I replied, refusing to confirm or deny hissuspicions. In fairness, I didn’t have my hand on my dick.
Not yet, anyway.
“I thought you’d want to know that everything is all set for the dayafter tomorrow,” he said, making my heart rate spike a notch with excitement.
“Perfect. Were there any issues?”
“Nothing that couldn’t be resolved by greasing the right palms,” Foxreplied.
I chuckled. Money really did solve a lot of fucking problems. “Sometimes, it’s good to be us,” I said, getting up from my desk andheading over to the bar in my suite to pour myself a celebratory glass of whiskey.
“Amen to that,” Fox chortled. “Think you’ll have the pieces in place intime?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you’re a controlling fucker, and that poor girl doesn’t knowwhat’s going to hit her,” Fox said, a hint of teasing in his tone.
He wasn’t wrong, and if anyone other than Fox had said that, they’dbe on the receiving end of my temper, but Fox, he’d been there, by my side through thick and thin.
Fox was the reason I wasn’t just living and breathing, but thriving andsuccessful. He’d gotten me through some of the hardest times in my life, even coming to therapy sessions with me where I was diagnosed with obsessive compulsive personality disorder.
Instead of turning his back on me and writing me off as a lost causelike my father did, he helped me learn to manage my compulsions, channeling my need to control everything into starting our business and proving both our fathers wrong.
I owed my life to Fox, he was the brother I should have had. Not theone I did have, the one who was now a rotting corpse.
Crossing the room, I opened the door to step out onto the balcony ofmy suite, the cool evening air of Portland hitting me. Not only was I looking forward to having Savannah by my side indefinitely, but I was looking forward to not leaving the warmer climates of Las Vegas.
“She’ll get used to me,” I said, my mind flashing to how Savannahtried to defy me when she crashed her car. She’d soon learn that when I told her to do something, she’d do it without hesitation.
“I don’t think she’ll have any other choice,” Fox replied stoically. Hewas well aware of my plans for my sweet Savannah, and while he didn’t always agree with me, he’d always do whatever was necessary.
“Everything on track for Sunday?” I said, changing the subject. Inthree days, Fox and I were hosting a soft opening for our new casino, Onyx.
Not only would it be an opportunity to show the world our newestventure, but it would be an opportunity to show off my woman. I couldn’t fucking wait to show everyone that she belonged to me.
Fox launched into an update about how the final plans were comingalong for the soft opening. The main opening would be a month after, giving us time to perfect any minor changes we felt necessary after the reviews from the journalists and VIP guests coming to the pre-launch.
I listened intently, pushing Savannah out of my head for a fewminutes to make sure everything was going as we’d planned. Not that I doubted Fox’s ability to make sure the event went as it should, there was a reason he was my business partner.
He also had Sherry helping him. Our personal assistant had workedwith us from the day Fox and I created Carson-Fox Resorts. She knew as much as Fox did how I needed to be in control, and it had taken a lot for me to put my trust in her.
The woman was a saint, and we were lucky to have her.
For the next twenty minutes, Fox went over every little detail. I stayedon the balcony looking over the lights of the city, doing my best to ignore the urge to go back in and sit in front of my computer. If I did that, Savannah would distract me.
“I have to say, Junior, I’m looking forward to you not spending halfyour time in another fucking state,” Fox grumbled when we’d wrapped the conversation up.
“Me too,” I grumbled, finally going back into the warmth of my hotelsuite.
“I can’t wait to meet the woman who’s captured the heart of USA’smost eligible bachelor.”
I snorted. Fox had constantly taken the piss out of me since Cosmopolitan had printed an article claiming that a poll showed I was the most desirable bachelor in the country.
Fox had come in 4th.
“Don’t be bitter,” I chuckled. I didn’t give two shitswhere I came in a poll, but I couldn’t help but gloat that I’d beaten Fox.
“I’m not bitter. Obviously, most of the women in the US haven’t got abrain cell between them. Either that, or they think you’ve got a massive cock,” Fox retorted.
“Anything’s bigger than that micropenis you brag about,” I replied,keeping my tone serious. Having witnessed Fox naked on several occasions after we’d shared a woman, I knew for a fact he didn’t have a micropenis.
“Now who’s bitter?”
I smiled. I fucking loved Fox as if he was my own flesh and blood.There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.
“I’ll see you in a few days,” I said, hanging up and rushing back to mycomputer to see what Savannah was up to.
A rush of panic charged through me as I flicked from camera tocamera, yet there was no sign of my girl in her apartment.
Rewinding the footage to ten minutes ago, an anxiety I’d never feltbefore seeped through me.
Savannah had left her apartment.
She never went out. She didn’t have any friends, and it wasn’t likeshe could pop to the cinema and watch a film, not with her current financial situation.
So where the fuck had she gone?
I drove around aimlessly for two hours trying to find her, constantlychecking the cameras to see if she’d returned.
She hadn’t.
Short of parking up in town and searching for her in everyopen bar, restaurant, andshop, I gave up,and made my way to her apartment, determined to put a tracker on her phone, or on her, so I always knew where she was.
Using my key, I let myself into her apartment, and the smell of vanillaand coconut wrapped around me. I took a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating scent, and counting the minutes until Savannah would be with me permanently, but even with her scent wrapped around me, it didn’t stop the rising panic of not knowing where she was.
An hour passed of me waiting not so patiently. I was debating aboutgetting back in my car and driving around again to see if I could find her when voices sounded from outside. I recognized Savannah’s dulcet tones immediately, only she was laughing.
I’d never heard her laugh before, but it was a beautiful, lilting noise,and one I wanted to hear every day until the day I died.
But that moment of bliss was ruined the second a male’s voicesounded, followed by Savannah squealing and her key unlocking the door.
Jumping from the couch, I bolted to the bedroom, making it there justin time to see my woman burst through the door, locked in an embrace with none other than fucking Trent McAllister.
Evidently, my warning to stay away from her fell on deaf ears. Itlooked like McAllister was going to have to learn the hard way.
Rage burst to life under my skin as I watched them through a crackbetween the door and the jamb as they started ripping each other’s clothes off, oblivious to my presence.
The need to storm over to them and beat the living shit out of Trentwas all-consuming. Who the fuck did he think he was, touching what belonged to me?
The scumbag said something to Savannah, and they shared a laughbefore she squealed again and bolted toward the door I was standing behind. Seconds later, the door flew open, and Trent shoved Savannah onto the bed.
The two of them were still too engrossed in each other to notice meslip inside her closet and pull the door to, leaving it open a fraction so I could witness what was about to happen, even if it was tearing me apart.
Savannah shuffled on the bed, and as she did, she shimmied out ofher jeans, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. For a moment, Trent didn’t move. He stood over Savannah, mesmerized by her exposed body.
I couldn’t blame him, my Savannah was fucking stunning.
The rage pounding through me intensified when Trent pulled acondom from his wallet. But rather than taking his time with a delicacy like my sweet Savannah, he quickly removed the remainder of his clothes and rolled the condom over his cock before climbing on top of her.
I couldn’t stop the growl from leaving my throat. My hand flew to thecloset door, ready to stop Savannah from making a mistake, but I froze when her head snapped to the closet.
The breath left my lungs. Even though Savannah wasn’t about to getfucked by me, her dazzling green eyes shone brightly with heat, her cheeks flushed, only this time it wasn’t from embarrassment.
My feet were rooted to the spot, even if a freight train was about tobarrel into me, I still wouldn’t have been able to move. I couldn’t fucking wait until the moment she looked at me like that, and only me.
Trent muttered something to her and turned her head beforesinking his dick into her. The moment she looked away, the hold she had over me broke, yet I couldn’t find it in myself to ruin the moment. I wanted to know what Savannah looked and sounded like when she came.
Watching him fuck her was like watching a gruesome car wreck. Ididn’t want to see it, yet I couldn’t turn away from what was happening, and with every thrust he made, my anger settled deeper into my bones.
But my despair turned to outright glee though when Trent groanedand stilled on top of Savannah, who’d barely begun to reach her climax. The two-pump-chump was fucking clueless that the beautiful woman underneath him was completely unsatisfied.
Trent rolled off her, and her disappointment was obvious from a mileaway. My mouth pulled into the biggest smile I’d ever worn. Perhaps if he’d taken his time with her, I might not have been so fucking delirious.
When the time came, I’d show Savannah what it was like to be with aman who knew exactly how to make a woman scream.
Disappearing out of the room, Savannah raced to put her pajamason almost as if she couldn’t bear for Trent to see her naked again. When he returned a minute later, the moron was far too proud of himself, nodoubt convinced he’d given Savannah the time of her life.
Instead of getting into bed with her and spending the night making upfor his pathetic first attempt, Trent rounded up his clothes while Savannah made it crystal fucking clear she wanted him gone. Even hiding in the closet, I could feel the awkwardness emanating from her, and that only added to my enjoyment of the situation.
When the front door slammed shut, Savannah let out a heavy sigh. Iwondered, no, hoped, she was going to finish the job herself, but she burrowed under the covers and turned the light out, and it wasn’t long until the lightest of snores came from her.
Creeping out of the closet, I tiptoed over to her bed. She didn’t stir asI placed a featherlight kiss on her forehead before leaving her to sleep.
Tomorrow, I would finally make Savannah Miller mine, but first, I hada man to destroy.