All Chapters of His Undercover Submissive: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

~Emma~He never knocks this early.Colt grips my shoulders and whispers, “It’s okay. I’m going. I’m leaving my phone behind, so I’ll be underground for a while.”I try not to cry again even as I cling to him, wishing I could melt into him and become one with him. “You haven’t even left and I’m terrified.”“I know.” He kisses my forehead. “But I’ll do everything in my power to come back.”“If you don’t?” I barely manage to get the words out.“Be happy and don’t forget I love you.”“I love you, too,” I sob. “Colt…”“Shh. Take care of you both.” He drops his hand to my belly.“Emma?” Daddy asks a bit more loudly through the closed door. “Who are you talking to?”“J-just a minute.”I don’t dare speak another word to Colt. Instead, he presses his lips to mine, lingers through a few short heartbeats, then eases away with a caress. I am still clutching his hand when he climbs out the window, looking back at me with a black-eyed stare full of longing I’ll never forget, as if he mea

~Emma~I barely sleep that night. By now, Colt would be in Mexico. Since he’s left his phone behind to make sure no one can track it, I can’t call or text him one last time. In fact, he’s told me to go on, live my life, and be happy.I don’t know how I will without him, but he has made me promise, so I have to try. Besides, if I want to keep myself and the baby safe, I have to act as if my heart belongs to Sawyer.And to maintain my sanity today, I’ve had to turn off my cell. Until I’ve done that, it hasn’t stopped ringing with requests for comment and infuriating gotcha questions.With a tired sigh, I emerge from my house. My white compact is surrounded by a small crowd of strangers with cameras and portable microphones.I march to my car, glad for the chill that makes wearing a big, concealing poncho necessary. “No comment.”“What do you think about your fiancé cheating with one of the hottest stars in Hollywood?” one man barks at me.“Rumor has it you and Sawyer are continui

~Emma~ I set aside the pregnancy book I’ve been reading, then rise and stretch with a forlorn sigh. Every time I am in Sawyer’s kitchen, I remember the night I spent here with Colt. The way he stood across the darkened apartment with righteous fury and lust burning in his eyes. The moment he swept me off my feet literally, before he worshipped my pregnant belly, then ravaged me to boneless satisfaction all night. And now he is gone. For the millionth time, I wonder how he is faring and if he’s made any progress in ending Salazar’s threats. But as the days drag into weeks, which have now become a month, I can’t stop myself from wondering if he is even alive. Since it hurts too much to believe he isn’t, I bow my head and pray to God for mercy, for some sign that Colt is well. As I lift my head and swipe at the tears slowly rolling down my face, a light knock raps on the front door. I glance at the clock and freeze. Past ten thirty. If Sawyer has returned from Callie Mackenzie’s Ch

~Colt~I pull my hoodie over my face and bow my head against the pelting rain. Normally this part of the globe is a sweltering cesspool of humidity and humanity, but Mexico City – like a lot of the world – is recovering from a hectic Christmas and a raucous New Year’s. I’ve missed both of those at home, and I hope Emma understands. But Salazar and his band of thugs haven’t taken a week or two off to celebrate the holidays. The average citizen, however, seems to be partied out. Most of the tourists have emptied from the streets and seemingly gone back to their responsible, desk-jockey lives. So tonight, I walk a largely uninhabited route to my destination, my breaths forming white puffs in the unusual chill.After nearly another fucking month in this shithole, tonight is hopefully the night Salazar will die.I give the son of a bitch credit. While I’ve gone back to the States and weaponed up, thinking I’ll have to declare open war to snuff Salazar, the weasel has gone deep into hidi

~Emma~What?I haven’t spilled the details of my relationship with Colt to the actress. Apparently, Sawyer has respected my privacy, too. Either that or Shealyn has been too busy planning their wedding over the last four weeks while flying back and forth between big-city LA and small-town middle-Texas to get the 411. Either way, I wish all the well-meaning people who don’t understand what is going on would simply shut up.Colt takes Shealyn’s hand with a scowl. “What is there to decide? She’s going to marry me.”Marry? My breath catches. Has he really just said that? Colt has never used that word…yet he speaks like it is a forgone conclusion.Shealyn cocks her head as if trying to make him see reason. “You can’t force her–”“It’s okay. I’ll talk to him.” I placate the woman. It will take far longer to explain, and it is none of anyone’s business. Still, I struggle to keep a silly grin off my face. Marry? “We’re drawing attention, and the last thing I want is for you to stop your