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Saviour Boy (All American Boy)(7)
Author: S.L. Sterling

I wanted to crawl back into bed and never get up again after last night. Instead, I climbed in the shower, allowing the hot water to run over me.

The heat of the water wrapped around me like a protective blanket, the same way I had felt last night with Grant’s arms around me. How safe I had felt with his powerful hands roaming my body as he kissed me hard, pulling me closer to him. Instantly, I had been lost in his kiss and allowed my body to respond. I sat up and threw my leg over his lap, straddling him, and as I lowered myself onto him, I felt his hard shaft between my legs. I ground down on him, a gruff moan escaping his lips. I went to repeat the action, and that was when he stopped kissing me. In one swift movement, he lifted me off him, got up out of the bed mumbling something about what had gone on between us was an absolute mistake, and then he slammed the bedroom door behind him, leaving me alone.

I blinked away the water that had run into my eyes. Perhaps I was losing my touch, I thought. I felt so rejected last night, so hurt that he didn’t want to be with me, but that feeling had passed and now I felt angry. I had wanted to follow him last night. Hell, I had still wanted to ask him this morning what was wrong, what I had done to make him leave, what it was about me he found so repulsive, but I didn’t. Last night I sunk down under the covers and cried myself to sleep. Nothing had changed this morning either. I had run into the bathroom instead of asking him. Not only was I confused, but I was also very embarrassed.

I shut the water off and climbed out of the shower. I needed to focus. I needed to shut my mind off from all the noise that was Grant. He was here as a favor to my brother, to protect me while he was away—not for any other reason. I searched through my phone and played one of my playlists while I did my hair and makeup and put on my uniform. Then I wandered into the living room to find an array of tools and manuals sprawled out everywhere. Grant barely looked at me before he got up off the floor and made his way to the bathroom.

I ignored him and went to the kitchen where I now sat enjoying my Cosmo magazine with my bowl of cereal and coffee. I was in the middle of an article about the dangers of dating a friend when Grant appeared in the doorway. He leaned up against the doorframe and looked at me.

“So, we have some rules to cover,” he grunted.

“Excuse me? Rules?”

“Yes, rules.”

“My God, you sound just like Chris,” I said, slamming my magazine down on the table and getting up to put my bowl in the sink.

“Well, you’re right. I might sound like him, but to be honest, I really don’t care. First rule, I will drive you to work and pick you up.”

I spun around, looking at him like he was crazy. “Why? What for? I have a perfectly fine vehicle down in the parking lot outside.”

“Yes, you are right, you do. It’s also a vehicle that Jace knows, so if he is following you and you have your vehicle, he will know right where you are. My vehicle, however, he does not know.”

“Fine.” I pouted. “Whatever you want. Have it your way,” I muttered under my breath.

“Aren’t you going to finish your breakfast?” he said, looking in the sink at my half-eaten cereal as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

I shrugged. “No, I’m not all that hungry, if you must know. Now what is next?”

“Becs you should eat.”

“Yes, Dad, I know I should eat. Now what is next?” I said, getting annoyed.

“There will be no going out to lunch with the girls at work or leaving the property at work for any reason. You are never to be alone.”

I chuckled. “Um, I hate to break it to you, but sometimes I have to leave the office, you know. I do a daily postal run, and sometimes I have to pick something up from a store.”

“You are a manager, correct?”

I sighed. “What does my position have to do with it?”

“Becs, just answer me.” He leaned up against the fridge and smirked.

“Yes, I’m a manager.”

“Well, managers are supposed to delegate, aren’t they? You can have an employee go.” Grant shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. “What about the bathroom? Can I at least go to the bathroom on my own or do I need a supervisor for that as well?” I said, dropping another spoon of sugar into my coffee.

“Becca, this isn’t funny.”

“Believe me, I know it isn’t funny. None of this is funny, but I didn’t think you would babysit me.”

“I’m not, but if I am going to do what is needed then I need to know where you are at all times. Now, if I am going to take you to work and make it to work on time myself, we need to get going.”

“Fine,” I bit out, reluctantly pouring my hot coffee into a travel mug and placing my favorite mug in the sink. “Aren’t you going to eat anything?” I questioned as I grabbed my purse, laptop, and coat.

“I will get breakfast after I drop you off. Let’s go.”

Grant didn’t wait. He pulled the door open and made his way down the hall. I rushed to lock my apartment door and followed him. I had just about caught up to him when my cell phone rang. I signaled to Grant to wait for a minute while I dug through my purse, but he ignored me and kept walking.

“Answer it in the car,” he bit out.

“What if it’s work?”

“Well, if it’s work, they can wait for two minutes while you get into the car, or better yet, they can leave a message.”

I clenched my jaw tightly, biting back the words I wanted to yell at him. I ran to catch up with Grant, who was now standing inside the elevator waiting impatiently for me. The ride down to the main floor of my building was quiet. He didn’t look my way, he made no small talk, he kept his eyes trained ahead, and when the door opened, he bolted from the elevator.

I followed him to his truck, dumping my things on the floor in the front seat before climbing in. I had barely set my travel mug in the cup holder when he barked, “Buckle up,” as he put his truck into reverse.

“God, you are so bossy,” I grumbled, reaching for my belt and pulling it across my chest. I reached for my purse and quickly dug out my cell phone.

Grant didn’t respond. Instead he reversed out of the parking spot and started heading to the Moscato Resort and Spa. I finally found my cell phone in the bottom of my purse and noticed I had four messages waiting for me. I quickly keyed in my code and listened.

The first was my boss letting me know of a meeting first thing this morning that I had forgotten about. Good thing I was going in early. Second was my brother reminding me to listen to Grant. I rolled my eyes and skipped the rest of his lecture. The third and fourth message started playing and chills ran down my spine. I reached over slowly and placed my hand on Grant’s forearm, gripping him to get his attention.

“Becca, what is it?”

“It’s...” I swallowed hard. “It’s Jace. He...he left messages.”

“Give it to me,” Grant said, pulling over and taking my phone from me.

He sat there listening, while I sat there shaking. Jace’s voice sounded crazed. In his second message, he threatened me because he knew that a man had spent the night with me. Which told me he was outside of my apartment all night, or he had some way to see.

When Grant had finished listening to the messages, he replayed them, listening to them again. Then he looked over at me and realized that I wasn’t okay.

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