‘I’ll do anything you want.’ Yeah, right! Paxton demanded her to stay with him stating he’d made a promise to Kieran… Since when did Paxton care about his brother’s wishes? He didn’t even know who Kieran really was, he knew nothing about his real life, about his dreams, about his private life. No, for Paxton it was all about money and control. So, staying with Paxton under the same roof, allowing him to ‘take care’ of her and the baby, was absolutely out of the question. Still, she’d agreed to follow him to Kieran’s loft just to get him out of her back.“Oh, Kieran…” she murmured. “I never should have listened to you! I wouldn’t be here, with that man. You and Santi would still be alive.” Hidden behind the closed curtains, Rhiannon was finishing getting dressed, while planning a quick escape. The cuts and bruises were still quite visible, but she was feeling a little bit better due to the pain meds, and her legs were
The limo stopped in front of Kieran’s loft in the Greenwich Village, or the Village, a neighborhood on the west side of Lower Manhattan, the heart and soul of the American bohemian culture. They stepped out of the car and Paxton practically dragged her towards the main entrance of the building. Rhiannon chewed a nail as he jammed the key into the door. Maybe if she deliberately irritated Paxton, he’d decide looking after her wasn’t worth it after all.“I can’t believe, that as frequently as you saw your brother, you’ve never been inside his place before now,” she said. Paxton’s mouth tightened.“Shut up! You know nothing about our relationship.” ‘A small victory,’ Rhiannon thought and smiled.“Oh? Did I hit a nerve?”“Kieran used to have me to his place on the Upper East Side all the time,” Paxton snapped, “but for some reason, he didn’t want me dropping by anymore when he moved here. Usually, we met at my penthouse or somewhere in the city
Suddenly his hands were in her hair, stroking the dark silken waves resting on her shoulders. His fingertips followed the sensuous curve of her neck before he cupped her chin and lifted her slender face to his, his touch as gentle and seductive as it had been that night. Frantically, because it would be so easy to lose herself to the emotions that blazed in his eyes, Rhiannon fought to resist him. If only Paxton had a heart. If only she could truly depend on him and didn’t have to be afraid of how she felt. Her skin burned and her knees went weak. He had only to touch her to make her yearn for him. Had there been a night since she’d seen him last that she hadn’t ached to have him hold her like this and make love to her once again? To look at her as he was looking at her now, with eyes that devoured her, adored her?“Pax…” she murmured when the craving became too much to resist. Rhiannon arched her back and opened
When Rhiannon cried out again and then, drawn by his warmth, cuddled against him, Paxton hardly dared to breathe for fear he’d startle her. Then, her hand slid across his thigh and a flame went through him. In an instant, he was as hard as a rock. With her soft body lying against him, it was much too easy to forget why he should dislike her, much too easy to remember the heat of her response.“Pax…” she whispered. “Pax...”“I’m here,” he said, worried that he’d awakened her somehow.“I’m... pregnant... I wanted to tell you... but I didn’t know how. You were mad…”“It’s okay.” He looked down at her. Her lashes were shut. Paxton relaxed when he realized she was only talking in her sleep.“I know about the baby, darlin’,” he whispered near her ear. “It’s alright. Everything is going to be alright. I’ll take care of you.”“Oh, Pax… I wanted so much to tell you… I wanted you to be happy about it. As I am…”“I am happy about it.” Paxton was happy his
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The moment she found herself in front of the “King’s Wish” main entrance, Rhiannon knew asking Paxton to take her there had been a huge mistake. She felt an intense wave filled with rage, frustration, pain, and sadness hitting her, submerging her soul, mind, and body. Was she trapped in a strange time loop, doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over again? “Oh, God…” she whispered, feeling a little dizzy. “Are you alright?” he asked slowly and placed a hand on her arm, trying to give her his support. “Is it the baby? Do you need something? A chair? A glass of water?” Her breath had locked in her throat as Paxton watched her closely. A bit annoyed by his sudden care and concern, after the bad things he kept telling her since the night of the accident, Rhiannon nodded and took a little step away from him. “Don’t do that, please. I’m fine. I can take care of myself, dammit. I don’t need a babysitter.” “Rhiannon,” he warned in a low growl, “stop acting lik
After ten long minutes of talking on the phone, Paxton joined her. He had a frustrated expression on his face. Maybe it had to do with Kieran’s funeral. Or maybe, because of her, he had to postpone some of his personal activities.“Is everything alright?” she asked.“Yes…” Paxton replied, taking a sit at the table. “It was the funeral home. Some last-minute changes. Nothing for you to worry about.” Rhiannon nodded slightly.“Paxton… Uhm… What about Santi? Do you know anything about him? I mean, the funeral…”“It’s been already taken care of. The funeral, the trip to Mexico, everything. His parents want to bury him there.”“Oh… I see.” In life, Kieran and Santiago were two peas in a pot. They were so in sync, so caught up in each other. They were more than best friends, they were more than lovers. They were two halves of the same whole: Kieran couldn’t live without Santiago and vice versa. So, hearing about two separate funerals was so painful, so abnormal
“Are you nuts?” As Paxton’s gaze followed the steep staircase up several stories into the gloom, he heard Rhiannon struggling to get her key out of the heavy interior door that had closed behind them. When she caught up with him, he whirled on her.“There is no elevator in this damn building.”“This is one of the reasons I chose to live in this Victorian brownstone… Besides, there are only three flights…”“‘Only three flights,’ she says… Do you hate elevators?” Paxton asked, remembering their last ‘trip’ straight to his penthouse.“I’m not very much into small spaces or boxy rooms…”“How come?”“When I was a kid, an older cousin had locked me in a closet and left me there while he went outside to play with other kids. He also turned off the light, so… this is why I hate dark, small rooms.” She could still remember John’s gloating smile right before he’d shut down the door. Paxton’s mouth tightened.“I’m sorry, Rhiannon…” he said calmly. “I understand your reluctanc