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

FORTY-FOUR

I wasn't sure what to think about what Ethan had said. He had gotten us into the house quickly when we had arrived back, mum was giving us strange looks, especially when Ethan started closing curtains and peering through them. My worst fear was that taking Ethan out into the outside world was the worst idea we have ever had, and that now Ethan was breaking because of it.

"Ethan you're acting paranoid," I told him. He didn't even glance back. Pushing off the sofa that I had sat down on, I moved over to Ethan and tugged on his wrist. "Ethan, seriously, come sit down for a minute."

But that was when I saw him. Climbing out of his Bentley, a tall man, eyeing up my mums car and house. Dark suit, white shirt... and he was heading for the front door. I felt Ethan moving away, but I was frozen where I stood. This man, he looked like the mirror image of a man that I knew... a man that I had come to love. He looked like Ethan Hunter.