“How? You look terrible.”
“It’s not important. Why don’t you catch me up on school and your latest conquests?”
CHAPTER FIVE
DASH
I SHOULDN’T HAVE let her go. The thought stayed on constant replay in my head, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since she walked away last night.
I wanted her with fierceness, and it wasn’t until a few hours ago that I decided I would have her.
First, I had to find her.
I stared out the window at the city below and wondered where she’d been all these years. The real head scratcher was why she suddenly resurfaced. I could only assume she had been visiting her parents who had claimed to not be in contact with her either.
Either that was a lie, or they were in for the shock of their life as well, because it wasn’t long ago that I began to entertain the thought of her being dead though my heart wouldn’t allow me to mourn her.
The phone in my home office rang and a quick glance showed it was the line reserved for my father’s security detail who was now employed by me.
“Go.”
“It didn’t take much,” Fisher, my head of security, began immediately. “We tracked her to her mother’s house as you expected. She has just left now.”
“She’s going to the airport, isn’t she?”
“We’ll know soon. She’s still on the move, but we’re on her tail. Should we stop her?”
“No. Wherever she’s going, I want you to follow. Find out what flight she’s boarding and report back to me.”
“Roger.”
After almost four years, I would finally find out where she had run to and where she had been hiding from me. I pressed the speed dial for my assistant who picked up immediately despite it being Sunday. “Celesha, I want the jet fueled and piloted. You have thirty minutes.”
By the time I had reached the airport with my security team, I had a change of heart and canceled the jet. I could barely restrain myself as I ripped off the seat belt and tore from the car.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
I managed to arrive right on the heels of her arrival and made a mental note to give my assistant a raise.
I charged for the airport, and it was a wonder the pavement didn’t crack under the forceful pounding of my footsteps. I was running by the time I reached the main entrance. I wanted my face to be the first thing she saw the moment she realized she almost escaped again.
My men by now were already guarding every entrance. I made it to the departure gate where a large crowd of people shuffled about or waited for a passenger to board. It wasn’t long before I spotted her copper colored hair, only it wasn’t styled in its usual mass of craziness. Instead, she had it pulled back into a tight bun, and as the crowd parted, I caught sight of her clothing.
Crisp lines and dull colors covered her luscious frame. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I took in the tight cream, knee-length skirt, and sheer white blouse cut low to reveal the top of her breasts and the splatter of freckles.
Oh, how well I remembered those fucking freckles.
My gaze landed on the cream pumps hugging her feet. I felt my dick harden as a vision of her wearing those pumps with her legs wrapped around my neck while I drove into her flooded my head.
I was so wrapped up in that vision that I hadn’t realized she had come to stand before me until she spoke.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Her voice was full of venom, which to my perverse mind sounded sexy as hell.
“Making yet another mistake, apparently. You look… different.” She hadn’t been dressed like this yesterday or had she? Given the events that had taken place, I never stopped to notice her clothing.
“I had to grow up. Isn’t that what kids are supposed to do? We grow up and let go of childhood dreams and take on responsibilities.”
“Is that you or your mother speaking?”