Rise Of The King (Checkmate Series Book 5) by Emilia Finn

Author:Emilia Finn [Finn, Emilia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beelieve Publishing, Pty Ltd
Published: 2019-09-03T16:00:00+00:00

12

Escape

Sophia

It bothers me that I shave my legs specially for Jay. That I lather on sweet-scented soaps and wash my long hair because I want him to look at me the way he does. I want him to adore me, to want me, to continue thinking I hung the moon and the stars.

He’s the guy who gets attached to so few. His world revolves around one or two people, and for them, he’d walk toward bullets if they needed him to. He’d do whatever it takes to make their worlds better, to take away their pain, or to make them laugh. But for anyone else, he can shrug it off and walk away like they’re not a big deal.

I want to be one of the few.

I guess I kind of already am, but now that I’ve had a taste, I want more. Ironically, Jay Bishop is my cocaine, and I’m addicted.

Stepping out of the shower and snagging a towel from the rack, I slide it over my sensitive skin and smile while I think of the overprotective bear. Like he thinks I’ll pack up and leave just because he snapped his fingers and told me to.

I mean, I will, but he doesn’t have to know the power he has over me.

For men like Jay to have that power and know it would only lead me down a path of exasperation and wanting to smack him down a peg on a daily basis. So I let my heart sigh for him, but I don’t tell him so, or my life would be full of I told you so’s, and I’m just not sure I’m ready for all that.

Drying off and whipping my hair up into the towel to absorb the water, I step out of the bathroom and stop by my bed to collect fresh clothes for the day.

I don’t intend to move my ass from my desk chair while I search Trenton Neal’s data and work my way up another step of CAB’s empire, so I pull on clean panties and a pair of sweatpants, then I snag a bra and shrug into one of Jay’s sweatshirts he’s so conveniently left around in the last week or so.

I think, without getting my permission, he moved in and made himself at home.

That’s just who he is, right? He’s a bull. Or a bear. He barges in and makes his presence known.

Snagging a protein bar from my bedside drawer, I rip the foil open when my stomach protests the lack of food, then I make my way toward my desk and pick up the phone we took from Trenton last night.

The phone we subsequently broke during our escape.

A broken screen won’t hinder me in the least, but a broken hard drive will piss me off.

Dropping the phone onto my desk, I open the heavy bottom drawer and take out my laptop bag. I work on the desktop when I’m home, and have all of my files saved to clouds I created and maintain all on my own.

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