Lost for Him [possessive billionaire romance updated Saturday and Sunday]

FORTY

A few hours later found Ethan and I sitting on the couch watching television while dad had gone to the shops for food, and mum was in the kitchen preparing for dinner later on. Once I had started to calm down in the kitchen, Ethan had entered, the effect had been obvious in the room – dad had tensed, mum shrank. I hated the effect.

Dad had said that Ethan could stay, but he was going to be watched like a hawk. I knew I shouldn't have been surprised, but it did irritate me. Before I could have said anything, Ethan had pulled me over and out of the room and into the living room where we remained. We hadn't spoken, but I was glad for it, I didn't feel like speaking. I didn't even know what to feel, or what to do.

But as we started to watch a program narrated by Sir David Attenborough, guilt started to hit all over again. Wild creatures with primitive instincts should stay in the wild, it made me feel like I had taken a panther out of the jungle and brought him home, expecting the panther to be a house cat. It wasn't going to happen. Ever.

"I'm so sorry, Ethan," I knew I shouldn't have let him follow me out of that place. Even now I could feel him ready for anything. I could feel him watching everything. Every time a bird flew outside, he tensed. Every time a car drove past, he tensed. Every thing was a threat.

"Why?" he asked. It was genuine, he had no idea what I was talking about. Somehow, it made me feel even worse. It felt like a reverse, in the other world, he knew I didn't belong there, and here, in this world, I knew that he didn't belong here. But where I knew that I didn't belong here, Ethan didn't seem to believe that he didn't fit in this world quite as strongly.

"Because I should have ran faster."

He tensed, but it had nothing to do with outside and everything to do with my words. "Morgan." The warning in his tone was dark enough not to finish what I was about to say. But I ignored it.

"I shouldn't have let you follow me out, Ethan–"

"Morgan." Dark. Deadly. Warning.

"I should have ran faster," I wiped a stupid tear that fell down my cheek. "I should have left you there."

"Morgan." Furious. Sharp. Dangerous.

"But I'm so glad you're here, Ethan," I turned and knelt, facing him. "God I wouldn't have been able to make it without you, Ethan. Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Morgan." Hot. Demanding. Firm.

"God, don't leave me, Ethan, please," before I knew it, I was bawling my eyes out again, and he pulled me onto him so that I straddled his legs. One arm wrapped around my waist, the other held the back of my head, softly.

"I will never leave you, Morgan."

"Promise."

"I will always run after you."