Chapter 114

He slides his hand to my shoulder from behind and pulls me snugly against him, encased in a strong arm, so I curl fully and drop my cushion into his lap instead. No resistance to being in his embrace. It feels oddly normal, somehow soothing—familiar.

“I need a little time to regroup. I’ll be okay… I always am.” I hesitate, distracted by the way his warm body and stiff muscles are almost perfectly shaped to accommodate me and feel like this is the most natural way to sit.

What happened to Alexi, the prick Carrero? The guy who would only touch me to abuse me?

“You don’t have a choice. I’m taking care of you now, and I’m telling you we’ll stay here and forget about the club tonight. It isn’t going anywhere.” Alexi sounds stern, and this time he pushes me gently, so I fall into his lap, unable to stop myself. My head hits the cushion I dropped, so I end up lying on my side on his legs. Curled up in a loose foetal position, that reminds me how completely wiped out I am,