“No you’re not.” Her words are sharp and they should hurt me, but damn do I miss the sound of her voice.
As soon as I walk into the room I slam the door and push her up against it. I cage her there with my hands on either side of her as I lean in close. “Six. Weeks.”
She won’t look at me as she shrugs. “You’re not my boss anymore.”
“Enough.” I push away from her and take a step back. “Enough, Myra.”
“Enough what? I’m busy.” She crosses her arms and still won’t meet my eyes and it’s driving me fucking crazy.
“You’re going to go around this wedding and play nice and make sure everyone is having a good time. But when it’s over, you’re coming with me.”
That gets her attention. When she turns her dark blue eyes on me, I swear to god she could bring me to my knees with one command. She’s been driving me crazy for years and she has no idea the power she holds over me.
“I’m not going anywhere. I don’t work for you anymore, Mr. Cox. I quit, remember?” Her cheeks are flushed and I hate how she says my name.
I stomp back over and press my body up against hers so she’s pinned to the door. “I came inside you, remember?” Her mouth opens and I lean in so my lips are only a breath from hers. “That’s the day you became mine, and you won’t ever be rid of me.”
Without a warning I take her mouth and kiss her like a man that’s been in the desert and she’s my first drink of water. She opens her mouth, no doubt to yell at me, but I take the advantage and slide my tongue over hers. Her hands come to my chest and at first I think she’s going to push me away, but instead she fists my jacket, and damn if she doesn’t pull me closer.
I grab her hips and her legs come around me. But her dress is too fucking tight and it keeps me from getting closer to her center, to her warmth.
The kiss is bruising and rough, like I’ve been locked up and now I’m free to claim my woman. I’m so fucking angry at her for running away and then hiding from me. How could she fucking do this to me? Can’t she see I can’t breathe without her? Live without her?
There’s a knock on the door I have her pinned against and it’s a bucket of ice water over her. I lean back and see the fire in her eyes flash just before her hand strikes my cheek. The sting of her palm on my skin there shocks me, but not enough to let her go.
“Myra, are you in there?” the female voice on the other side of the door says. “It’s Celia. We’ve got a problem with some of the seating arrangements.”
“Let me go,” Myra says through clenched teeth, and I shake my head.
“Not until you agree that this bullshit is up and you’re coming home with me tonight.” She shakes her head and I become an immovable wall. “Then I’ll just have to push you in my limo and fuck you like last time.”
This time when her hand comes up to slap me, I grab her wrist to keep her palm from making contact.
“Don’t tell me you don’t slide your hand between your legs every night and think about it.” I bring her wrist to my mouth and brush my lips down the tender skin there. “Tell me you don’t cum on your fingers while you yearn for them to be my cock.”
Now she’s the one to lean in, and for a second I think she’s going to kiss me. “The second I got out of that limo I forgot your name.”
I drop her hand like it’s on fire and I can’t read the look in her eyes. She takes the opportunity to slip out and open the door. The petite, dark-haired woman on the other side of the door has worried eyes as she looks between us.
“Is everything okay, Ms. Myra?” she asks, and I watch as Myra straightens her shoulders.
“Don’t worry, he’s no one.”
When she goes to walk away from me I call out her name. “Myra.” She pauses, and although she doesn’t turn around she does peek over her shoulder. “That’s strike two.”
She licks her lips and resumes her stride down the hall, and I clench my fists at my sides. She can play this game for a little longer, but we both know how it will end.
Chapter 4
Myra
“Are you hiding out in here?” I turn at the sound of Celia’s voice.
I thought I was going to have a stolen moment with my third piece of wedding cake. Okay, maybe it’s my fourth, but I tried to hide my cake shame in the kitchen this time. I was going to eat it alone without someone watching and possibly judging.
“I’m not hiding.” That is a complete lie. Kace can stare at someone else for a few minutes, and the thought turns my stomach. No, that’s the cake…or the baby.
“Sure,” Celia chuckles before heading back out of the kitchen and leaving me alone once again. The second she exits, Kace walks in.
I roll my eyes and walk quickly with my cake out the other door. I dart back into the reception area, knowing that if I stay with the crowd of people it will keep him at bay. For now. My time is running out and the wedding will come to an end soon. I don't know what’s going to happen afterwards, but Kace never bluffs.
I take my seat next to my sister’s empty chair. Timber has her on his lap and is feeding her cake. She’s living the dream in her castle with all these desserts and dancing the night away.
I smile at them because I’m so happy for her. She’s going to have it all, and if anyone deserves that it’s her. Pippa lights up anything she touches with her sweet soul. It’s impossible to look at her and not smile. After getting to know Timber over the last few weeks, I see how he needs her and he’ll spend his life worshiping my sister.
“Where’s your shadow?” Bruce asks as he sits down in the seat next to me.
I watch as Timber carries Pippa out onto the dance floor once again.
“What?” I pretend I have no idea what he’s talking about as I take another bite of my cake. I look across the room, and like always my eyes find Kace’s. He’s staring right at me just like he’s been doing all night.
A beautiful woman walks in my line of sight, blocking my view for a second.
“You know who I’m talking about.” I turn to Bruce, who’s looking at the woman and his eyes pause on her cleavage. I shake my head at him, not the least bit surprised.
When I glance at Kace, I see he didn't even notice her.
“Why did you bring him here?” Kace has been giving Bruce death stares all night. I’m pretty sure they almost got into another fist fight an hour ago.
“It’s rather entertaining.” Bruce shifts and leans in closer to me.
His arm goes around my chair and his eyes dance with mischief. He’s terrible. I’m terrible, too, because I lean toward him. I’ve worked with Bruce and gotten to know him during my years working for Kace. I know Bruce is harmless and isn't going to do something like kiss me. He enjoys fucking with Kace, and for some reason I want to play along. His words have been messing with me all night and I’d like to get under his skin a bit.
“Timber!” I jerk away from Bruce at the sound of my sister’s shout.
Timber is pushing Kace and I see him point a finger at him. “You need to calm down.”