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The room looked the same. Why she thought or believed the room she shared with Cruz was going to be different somehow after only a couple of nights away was confusing to her. Yet, in her mind, as she looked around the room and saw all her belongings exactly where she left them, interspersed with Cruz’s things, she felt the urge to cry. Nothing was changed.“What’s wrong?” Cruz immediately noted the way she was rapidly blinking.“I thought it would be altered.”“Altered how?”“I don’t know. I thought maybe my things would be gone or put away or yours would be packed up.”He smiled as he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. “Now why would I pack stuff up? I wasn’t leaving here without you, Presley.” He turned the shower on. “Do you want help or do you want some time alone?”“Would you be upset if I said I wanted some time alone?”“You’ve been surrounded by men for the last twenty-four hours, all of whom you didn’t know. I completely understand why you want to be alone. Take your s

Presley entered her place in Gastown, in the city center of Vancouver and felt the tears fall down her cheeks.Cruz immediately seeing her crying grabbed her and hugged, “what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”“I’m so happy to be home. I thought,” her words were clogging her throat as she tried to get them out, “I’d never come here again. I thought I’d never see my own place again.”“Oh Ladybird,” he sighed as he lifted her up in his arms bridal style and carried her deeper into the space and towards a loveseat. He sat down and cuddled her against his chest.She sniffled and reached for a throw blanket behind his shoulder, “my Nana made this for me when I was a little girl. She died when I was really young, but I still have it and I’m so happy it’s still here and I get to touch it again.” She draped it over her knees as she sat across Cruz’s lap. She gave a giggle. “You make my small apartment look even smaller, Kong.”“Kong with two dongs,” he amended as he recited the name Algernon gave

Cruz looked at Presley sideways as they sat in the back of an SUV worriedly.“You didn’t have to come.”“It’s me he is threatening.” She rubbed the leather upholstery of the bench seat they were on. “This is nice. Maybe having to be driven everywhere won’t be so awful if I get to sit on buttery leather, have a hot driver and you in the backseat.”He turned his torso to face her pursing his lips in annoyance, “hot driver?”“Cruz look at him,” she whispered mockingly to the man on the other side of the glass partition. “Your security team found me a guy bigger than you! It’s my type.”“You’re not his. He likes men.”“No way.”“You think jacked up guys can’t be gay?”“Yes, they can but not him. He looked at my ass.”“When?”“When I was getting into the car. I saw him checking me out.”He shook his head and frowned, “you’re trying to get me going.”“Am I?” she made wide eyes at him.“Distracting me because of where we are going.”“Well, you’re squeezing your cell phone so tight I’m surpri

She was standing in the lobby of the Hawley Telecom building, holding Cruz’s hand feeling like the most powerful bitch on the planet. Truth be told, she might even be her, and the thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.Their meeting with Belkin had been long but in the end, he’d told her the four other families, his included, would manage all the illegal activities for her as proxies or she could sell those businesses to them outright and they would split it. She’d decided on the latter because peddling drugs was not anything she wanted part of. Then when she’d had a mini panic attack over suddenly being responsible for several large companies, she was reassured all of the companies had CEO’s at the helm. She was the president of them all and everyone would report to her, but each company was very effectively managed. Cruz and Belkin both promised to guide her through the process while making sure she could still have time for her writing and anything else she wanted to

“I can’t stop scratching,” Presley muttered as they loaded into the waiting SUV to go home. “I’ve never had lice, but I think maybe I have them now. Did your guys get the shampoo?”“Stop saying lice,” Cruz hissed at her as he scratched the top of his head.“It’s what they are!” She peered at him carefully, “I can’t help but think of how you hugged your assistant while she was crying.”“You cannot be jealous.”“No! I’m not jealous. I mean Ramona kept their heads pretty tight together. Then you hugged the poor girl while she came apart, and rightly so,” she glared at him, “but your heads were close and if one of those things crawled from Ramona to her and it crawled to you, you might have lice.” She paused. “I hope she is okay.”“She is going to be fine. Her husband was meeting her at the clinic and I already arranged for a psychologist to meet her there and to do a debrief with her to make sure she gets some help for what she went through today. I also gave her paid leave and told her