Pillow Talk

Chapter 10

With his elbow propped up on the pillow and his head against the headboard, Nixon watched Freya sleep. He'd been awake for a while now, being startled by heavy footsteps and hushed giggling.

Nicolas and Sara.

Stumbling through the pent house. Nixon jumped into action, dashing for the en suite bathroom and like he had suspected, Sara had checked up on Freya before the couple retreated to the main bedroom.

Nixon contemplated leaving after that but against better judgement, decided not to. After all this back and forth, Nixon wanted to prove to Freya that he was serious about exploring this thing between them.

So he climbed back into bed and settled with watching her sleep. He was glad that the main bedroom was further down the hall and that that meant he couldn't hear his brother and soon to be sister-in-law, no doubt going at it like bunnies in heat. It was a mental image he would rather not have.

She was beautiful even as she slept. And now that he had touched her, everything would change between them. Whether she knew it yet or not, she was his. All his.

Nixon's thoughts drifted to Gallo. The last thing he wanted was to put Freya in any danger which was exactly what he was doing now by being with her and around her. He had seen first hand what Gallo did to the wives and girlfriends of the men that worked for him. After all, the man was in the human trafficking business, beautiful women was his trademark.

It made Nixon sick to even think about the fact that Gallo had been out there all these years, ruining innocent lives.

Nixon couldn't wait to put a stop to Gallo and watch as the bastard was hauled off to prison to be put away for a very long time. That would be the highlight of Nixon's career as a cop. Something he could actually feel proud about after all the fuck ups he made.

Hopefully that would be today when he met Gallo and handed over the truck. If everything were to go according to plan, Roman Gallo would end today.

It left a terrifying and exhilarating feeling in the pit of his stomach. As he studied Freya's face, Nixon felt like he was looking at his future and all the possibilities that lay ahead. It was the first time in a very long time that he actually looked forward to something and this gorgeous woman with those innocent brown eyes had every bit to do with it.

Freya shifted a little, a hand reaching up to rub her face. Nixon felt a smile tug at his lips. She honestly had no idea how sexy she was. The thought somehow pleased him. Her innocence that had him pushing her away a month ago, now drew him in even more.

"Buongiorno bellezza."

Her eyes widened for a moment before a pink hue settled on her face. No doubt she was remembering last night. It left Nixon feeling unexpectantly possessive.

"Good morning.", she answered shyly.

Not being able to resist her, Nixon reached over to kiss Freya, only for her to turn her head resulting in his lips meeting her cheek.

A comical frown settled on his face, his eyes searching hers to see if he had done anything wrong.

With an obvious blush still on her face, she lowered her eyes before mumbling, "Morning breath."

Not being able to resist, Nixon let out a hearty laugh that left Freya with a mesmerised expression on her face making her forget the embarrassment she was feeling.

"You should do this more often.", she spoke boldly.

As his laughter seized, Nixon looked at her in question, not quite understanding what she just said.