I roll over, reaching for her. Finding her half of the bed empty.
My eyes open and I can feel the emptiness she’s left behind. The energy of the place is cold, without that
warm beauty she infuses into everything. “Tex?”
No answer. Her bag is gone, and her clothes. Fuck. I throw the covers off and get up. It’s like Hawaii all over
again, but this time I’m furious. How could she just leave without saying goodbye, after everything that’s
happened?
If she’d kissed me and told me she needed to go back to her apartment before work, I would have understood.
I’d have had my driver take her home.
After I made love to her again, feasting on her lush perfection. Twice. As much as I would have liked to have
escorted her, obviously it’s probably best if we ke ep this whole thing under wraps for now.
But walking out? What the fuck? So it’s fucking Groundhog Day. I search for a note and find one. Sitting
under the diamond bracelet she left behind. Damn it, Tex.
Ace,
I wish I could stay here with you, I really do. But we need to be honest with ourselves. I work for you. As
much as we both don’t want that to matter, it does. I loved our weekend together. A lot. But I need some time to
figure out how to deal with all this. Please don’t make this any harder than it already is. I’m so sorry.
xx, Tex
I crumple the note in my fist. But then I uncrumple it, smoothing it. Because it’s hers. I want to ke ep it and I’m
going to go through each fucking bullet point with her and convince her she’s wrong about everything.
Be honest with ourselves? I grab my phone and hit the call button for her number. It goes straight to
voicemail.
“Now you listen here, Texas. You want honesty? Well, here’s some fucking honesty: I’m coming into the
office now and I’m going to tell the whole company we’re together. Because we are. We’re together. I’ll shout it
from the fucking rooftops if you want me to. I’m addicted to you and I’m in love with you. Do you hear me? I told
you that! And I don’t give a damn who knows about it. I don’t care that it’s happened like a runaway freight train
on fucking steroids. The only thing I care about is making sure I can see you again tonight. If I have to sling you
over my shoulder like a goddamn caveman and carry you through the office kicking and screaming, then I will. Is
that honest enough for you?”
I refer to the note, still pacing, butt naked—with a fucking hard-on— and absolutely furious that she would
walk out on me again.
“Yes, you work for me. So the fuck what? Lots of people work for me! That doesn’t mean we can’t be
together. The two things don’t have to be mutually exclusive. I’m the fucking CEO! I own the majority
shareholding of the company! I get to make the decisions. And here’s my decision: I want
you. For the first time in my life, I don’t want to be half-assed about it. I’m all in, Texas. Now stop running
from me.”
I check the list. I loved our weekend together. A lot. This calms me down by a single degree. “Yeah. Our
weekend was pretty damn spectacular, wasn’t it, baby girl? I loved it too. And I’m not making things harder. I’m
making them easier. I don’t care if my empire crumbles around me. That just won’t matter to me if you’re not in
my empire. Or at least near it. I can build more empires. I’ve done it before, I can do whatever it takes. And as for
being sorry, Tex, you fucking should be! But you can make it up to me tonight. You’re going to be very sorry
when I spank your sweet little ass for leaving without even so much as a goodbye kiss.” Fuck, I’m rock-hard again.
“So I’m going to hang up now and I’m going to come into the office and we’re going to meet and talk things
through. No more running. I need you, baby.”
Goddamn it. I end the call, pissed off that I sound like a crazed stalker. But I don’t seem to be able to tone it
down. I’m already jonesing for her like an addict who’s gone too long without my fix. My heart feels like
someone—her, obviously—has reached inside my chest and now she’s squeezing it tightly in her fist.
She has abandonment issues, I get that. She told me all about it. She doesn’t trust that I’ll stick around. She’s
young and inexperienced and she doesn’t understand yet that this is next level shit. This kind of chemistry doesn’t
just crackle, it burns. It leaves a scar. Our pheromones are so electrically charged, she’s branded me with her
goddamn imprint.
I don’t fucking know. All I know is that she’s all I can see. Over the course of this weekend, my obsession for
her has morphed into a beast that won’t take no for an answer. And so has my dick. I can’t get the damn thing to
deflate.
Yes, the sex was incredible. Passionate. Tender. Wild. Just the right amount of twisted. Gentle. And all in
equal measure, meshed into a carnal frenzy that’s so sweet and hot you just never want it to end. It felt like our
souls weren’t just colliding but melting into one. I looked into her eyes and I could see there that she was falling
just as hard for me as I was for her.
Her reluctance to give in to the feelings that are so clearly simmering between us is pissing me off. But it’s
also making me more determined than ever.
I’m used to getting what I want. And I want my Texan girl. It’s that horny, pissed-off-as-hell energy that
leaves me fisting my cock in the shower.
But I don’t have time. And I want it to be her hand on my cock. I want her on top of me, riding my face,
grinding her perfect pussy against my tongue as she moans my name. I want to thrust into her, over and over again,
before I shoot hot jets of my cum de ep inside her.
She’s mine. I’ll do whatever it takes to have her and ke ep her. And I don’t care what it costs me.