Savage

Chapter 33: Mahieu

Roman

Walking into the room I heard her fumbling around. She was moving from drawers to suitcases, methodically. She was beautiful. She always has been, but not as beautiful as my Sage. I couldn't help when my mind drifted back to last night and how I possessed Sage's body. She was heaven to live in like I knew she would be. The wait was painful, but worth every second. I wanted her needy and near the brink of insanity when I took her. Her responsiveness to my touch was explosive. Her scent was driving me crazy in the night air. Lingering on my tongue as if I'd kissed her sweet, dripping pussy. I wish I had, but there was no time. I wanted her then. Needed her greedy, little, tight pussy around my cock. I loved to watch her swollen, full lips sucking on my cock as I drove into her. I can't wait for that to happen, but it won't be long. After talking to Mahieu first I'll find my Kätzchen and have her as I please.

I wished we could have gone all night if those damn patrol officers didn't interrupt us. I wanted to find out if she could take me until she was ready to give up. She looked the type that could keep up with me. I needed her to prove it. My cock throbbed in my jeans as I thought of Sage. I must have been standing there for a while because someone's throat clearing had snapped me out of my roguish thoughts.

"What's on your mind? You're smirking, mon chéri," she asked.

"Sage," I said.

Her face blanched at my brash response. She looked away from me to continue packing her things. I walked closer to her, then sat on the bed beside her suitcase, stretching out my legs in front of me. She stopped packing again to give me her full attention.

"What is it?"

"I should be asking you the same thing," I said arching a brow.

She scoffed and stepped closer to me, pushing away the suitcase so she made room to sit beside me.

"Why must you be so difficult?"

"Nothing in life is easy."

"I can make it easy," she said in a sultry voice.

Slinking her body closer to me, and rubbing her hand down my chest to the front of my jeans. I stopped her before she made it that far. She pulled her wrist out of my grasp and rubbed it.

"You're no fun these days. Don't you miss me?"

I narrowed my eyes at her.

"If I were you I would continue packing. I was serious when I said I wanted you out. What were you thinking coming to the restaurant like that?"

Hurt was evident in her eyes, but she pushed it away to answer me. "I was drunk. Like I said earlier I missed you," she said coyly. "Is that so hard to believe? But you've moved on."

"Why are you here, Mahieu?"

She went still and began shifting bedside me. An unease was present in her features, then she dropped eye contact with me.

"He's here," she whispered. I didn't question her on who she was talking about.

"When did he get here?"

"A month ago," she paused, nervous, before continuing. "He's in Monte Carlo at the house with Liam and my parents. He's waiting for you."

I looked at her, urging her to go on because I knew there was more to be said.

"He sent me here to tell you that."

So the bastard has been here all along.

"He could have answered my calls instead of avoiding me," I said.

"He didn't want to be bothered while on vacation."

"You mean until he and his mistress stopped fucking. That's what he's been doing in Australia all along."

"You don't know that."

"I do. Why is that a problem to you?" The guilt in her eyes told me. "Unless you've been fucking him too." I sighed, getting up. I had all the answers I needed.

She stood behind me, holding onto my arm. "It was only because I missed you and he reminded me of you so much. You weren't visiting me as often."

I turned to free myself of her grip. "Your car is waiting outside. I'll leave you to finish up here."

With that, I left her room.

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Notes: German: Kätzchen - Kitten, kitty

French: mon chéri - my darling