Fashioned For Sin

Chapter 40

Blair.

Morning light spilt through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the room. My body ached in a way that reminded me of Leonardo's presence-his touch, his dominance, his relentless pursuit of me.

I turned over, the soft cotton sheets tangled around my legs, to find him sprawled on the bed like a king surveying his conquered lands.

His dark hair was messy, and his sharp jawline caught the light just enough to make me pause and take him in. Leonardo was a vision of raw arrogance and power, even in his sleep.

This man is the man of my dreams. I'm so lucky to have him.

I leaned over, brushing my fingertips across his temple, but before I could pull away, his hand shot up, capturing mine with a firm yet gentle grip.

"Trying to sneak off, are we?" His voice was thick with sleep, a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

I smirked, trying to free my hand. "We have training, remember? Or are you planning to laze around all day?"

His lips curved into a half-smile as he tugged me closer. "I was planning to spend the morning exactly like this."

"Leonardo," I chided, though my voice lacked any real sternness.

With a sigh that sounded more amused than defeated, he released me, letting his hand trail down my arm before I slid out of bed.

By the time we left the house, the sun was fully up, and the crisp air carried a hint of autumn's chill. Leonardo drove, his hand resting casually on the gearshift, his other arm draped over the steering wheel in that infuriatingly confident way of his.

I sipped my coffee, staring out the window as the landscape zipped by. The black car I'd been seeing over the past few weeks popped into my mind again, making my stomach tighten.

"You're still thinking about that damn car, aren't you?" Leonardo asked, his sharp gaze flicking toward me briefly before returning to the road.

I hesitated. "It's hard not to. It's been following us too often to be a coincidence."

Leonardo's jaw tightened, his grip on the wheel firm. "It's been handled."

My brows furrowed, turning to face him fully. "What does that mean?"

He didn't immediately respond, letting the silence stretch out until I thought I'd have to pull it out of him. Finally, he spoke, his tone casual but firm. "It means the guy driving it won't be a problem anymore."

"What did you do?"

Leonardo smirked, a look that sent equal parts dread and curiosity through me. "I had a chat with him during the wedding."

"A chat," I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief.

"Let's just say he left with a few bruises and a very clear understanding that he shouldn't follow me, you or anyone else for the matter," he said, his tone as sharp as a blade.

I sighed, shaking my head. "You can't just beat up every person you don't know, Leonardo."

"Worked, didn't it? Now stop whining. You're so cute when you're mad."

I groaned. His arrogance was maddening, yet I couldn't deny the way it made me feel-protected, even if I hated admitting it.

As if sensing I needed a distraction, Leonardo turned into a Starbucks drive-thru.

He ordered my usual caramel latte with a shot of vanilla and extra caramel and his black coffee, his deep voice commanding even in something as mundane as placing an order.