Bad Girl by Goode, Ella (digital e reader .TXT) 📗

know life could be like this, but I don’t want it any other way.

Chapter Nineteen Leila

Warren reaches over, putting his hand on my leg. His fingers brush against the inside of my thigh. I’m wearing a ridiculously overpriced Dolce & Gabbana sundress. It’s beautiful and feels amazing against my skin, but the giant price tag almost gave me a heart attack. I tried to fight Warren on buying me clothes.

Ultimately he’d gotten me to cave with a compromise. All it took was him telling me that he wanted me to get lots of dresses so if I needed a reminder of who I belonged to, he could quickly redden my ass. He tricked me, knowing I could never resist that temptation.

As crazy as it might sound, I found that I really loved trying on all the clothes he picked out for me. As well as his approval each time I stepped out of the dressing room. Him doting on me and taking care of most of my needs has soothed something inside of me. The man shouldn't be doing anything for me, but somehow, he’s in love with me. For now at least. I still worry I might be too much for him to handle.

“Sweetheart.” He gives my thigh a squeeze. I sit up straighter, taking my head off his shoulder.

“What?”

“Get out of your own head.” I bite the inside of my cheek.

Warren might not have been on to me when we first met, but now I can’t seem to get anything past him. That man reads me like a freaking book, and we’ve only known each other a short time. He said love can make you blind to things. He always says the right things to make me feel better.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” I want to say nothing, but I made a vow to myself I’d never lie to Warren again. “Fine.” He grabs me, pulling me into his lap so I’m straddling him. I can hear the divider going up inside the car to give us privacy.

“Tell me.” He rubs his thumb across my face trying to reassure me.

“I’m worried I might be too much. I’m so clingy.” Warren hasn't really gone back to the office lately. We’ve had to stop in a few times, and I went with him. I go everywhere with him. When he’s not near me I start to freak out.

He lets out a deep chuckle. “I thought it was me who was being clingy by dragging you everywhere with me. I don’t like having you out of my sight.”

I swallow. “Do you take me everywhere with you because you’re afraid I might do something?”

“No, sweetheart. You can do whatever the hell you want. I don’t care. I want you close for my own selfish needs. You really can’t understand how much I need you. Give it time and you’ll see.” My eyes burn with tears. He picks up my hand, kissing the giant ring on my finger. He’d slipped it on me that first night after everything went down. I was shocked to learn he’d been holding on to it for a few days already. Between that and him never using protection when we make love should tell me all I need to know.

“I love you so much. It’s scary.” His whole body goes hard under me. It’s the first time I’ve said those words back to him. He’s said them a thousand times to me.

“Sweetheart.” His face softens.

“I should have said it days ago, but I thought saying it might end up hurting me more if something happens between us.”

“The only thing happening between us is a wedding followed by a bunch of babies.”

“I know that now.” I lean in and kiss him. His fingers tangle in my hair before he deepens the kiss. He takes over all the control, and I let him. It’s something I both crave and need.

“War.” I moan his name as he breaks away from the kiss. I wiggle in his lap, his hard cock pressing against my clit.

“We’ll have to finish this later. We have something we need to handle.” He lifts me off his lap before stepping out of the car. I fight a smile as I watch him adjust his cock before giving me his hand to help me out. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I say instantly, making him smile. He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Good girl.” I preen under his praise. He keeps his hand in mine as he guides me into an office building. We take the elevator up almost to the top floor before we step off. The woman at the front desk gives War a nod as we pass her desk and head into a conference room.

“Do you have a meeting?” I ask.

“No, sweetheart. I have unfinished business.” Before I can ask any further details, the door opens. My eyes lock with Chris’s. My stomach drops. War gives my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“What the hell is going on?” Chris shifts on his feet. He’s nervous.

“We have some things to take care of.”

“The deal is done. The Park Hill property is mine. Get over it.” He turns to leave.

“It’s going to be a hard project for you to handle in prison.” Chris freezes for a long moment before he turns back around. His eyes look down to take in War’s and my connected hands.

“She’ll go down too.” His eyes are so cold. I should have listened to my gut when I got that strange feeling from him in the start.

I’d been so desperate to belong I would have made myself believe anything. A woman senses these things. It was the same with War. I was there to hurt him, but I kept falling for him more and more. On some level, I knew he was a good man.

“This isn’t about the Park Hill deal. This is about you murdering your brother to try and collect his