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

FIFTY-THREE

Embarrassed. Disgust. Fear. Hot. Hot chocolate in a mug warming my hands. Heat at my side, Ethan's body warmth. It was only after Ethan had begun to calm down, and had started to calm me down that we had let the family into the car and learnt that it had not been a wolf, but a large elderly German Shepard that had been Ethan's before he had disappeared, Ethan didn't remember the dog.

But either way, it didn't matter, embarrassment and disgust over our over reaction at the dog had me clutching at the mug, and Ethan sitting quietly besides me in the family's living room. When I did eventually look up, I saw pity and curiosity. "I'm so sorry."

It was Derek that spoke up. "Don't be sorry, explain, why the hell were you two so damn scared of an old dog."

Ethan looked at me when I looked at him. "He looked like one of the wolves."

"Wolves?" Derek questioned.

I nodded. "It was the wolves that made Ethan and I run into each other. They were chasing me and I... Ethan saved me from them." God I felt sick... "May I... May I use the bathroom?"

"Of course," the lady, who I had deduced to being Ethan's mother, said with a gentle smile. "I'll show you where it is."

As we both stood, I turned to Ethan and promised him I would be back in a moment, he nodded, but I could see the anxiety in his eyes that was the same as the one in my chest. Since meeting Ethan, we had barely been parted. Following Ethan's mother out into the hallway, I felt more and more nervous the further and further away I got from Ethan who had remained tense in the living room.

"My name is Morgan," I started.

"Theresa," she smiled... but her smile was off. I stopped when she did, something was wrong– "Morgan, I understand that you found my son, and I thank you for bringing him home. But I do not appreciate you seducing my son to keep him from us. I know Ethan was found in England weeks ago, yet you selfishly kept him from us, from me, his own mother. I will give you the reward we posted ten years ago, but once you receive your payment, I want you off this property, and travelling back to England alone. I will have a cheque ready for when you are finished in the bathroom." She opened the door behind her and gestured inside the room to a lovely white tiled bathroom.

She left a moment later, leaving me frozen where I stood. Leave without Ethan? I knew it was coming up somewhere, but so soon...

I used the bathroom and washed my face with water from the sink before I returned to the front room... and paused in the doorway back into the living room. Ethan was smiling, not an obvious smile, just a small one. He was happy here. Without me in the room, he was smiling. Theresa was in the room, but seeing her this time didn't make me think 'mother', but rather lioness. Willing to fight and war for her family to survive.

"Morgan," Ethan's voice washed over me like a drug, soothing some of the anxiety. Looking around the room, I saw that they were all staring at me – Theresa in warning.

"I'm fine, Ethan, but I think I should head home," I said. It was only after I said it that I realised that home was once again over seas.

Ethan moved with a speed I had slowly grown used to, but his family jumped at the movement as he came over to me, his hands lifted and gently held my arms. One hand then brushed my cheek and jaw line. "What's wrong, Morgan?" concern, and truth... he would leave them to go with me. And he made sure that his family knew it, his back to them, until one of them touched his back.