The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(97)

“Because, there’s nothing a dragons tooth can’t cut. It’ll protect you from anything. Well, that is to say, if I’m not there.”

I gave it another glance and replaced it in its sheathe.

“Thank you for the … tooth. I’ll keep it close.”

It was at about this time that my eyes felt heavy. I may have been unconscious but it didn’t make me any lest restless.

“Hey, do you think we can find a place to sleep?” I asked.

Marcus grunted an approval and we started off the freeway. The countryside was a beautiful white, dotted with trees, and the occasional house merrily puffing smoke out the chimney. This area would be a wonderful place to raise a child and it made me wonder what raising a child with Marcus would be like.

A dragon. A creature that until ten minutes ago I could have sworn didn’t exist was sitting right next to me. Thinking back to when I had first met him, it now made a lot more sense.

I remembered living in Tyson’s upstate home, a large sprawling wooden paradise nestled in the valley. It was gorgeous looking out over the hills at night and watching the lightning storms strike the space with such ferocity. Tyson never joined me.





3.

I was shaken from my memories as Marcus parked at a small hotel off the road. He went in and paid while I gathered a few things from the trunk. I took another long look at the knife that Marcus gave me before shoving it into my bag. I wondered a bit where he got a dragons tooth, but feared I may already know the answer.

With keys in hand we entered our palace for the evening only to discover it was nothing really special. A couple of old paintings adorned the wood paneled walls while a potted plant sat near the window that looked out at the parking lot.

I threw my things on the bed while Marcus got adjusted to the surroundings. I doubted he spent much time away from his trailer in the middle of nowhere. But, I thought nothing of it and made for the shower.

I hadn’t felt clean all day and I needed to regain some semblance of control. I let the shower steam for a while and took the opportunity to familiarize myself with any new injuries. It was also nice to get a good look at myself in the mirror. Not that I’m vain or only interested in my own reflection, but I needed to know I was still me.

I examined my curves in the mirror, running my hand along my side and over my hip. I liked my figure, a bit bland but at least I wasn’t overly busty, nor was I overly skinny. I supposed many would say athletic, but I couldn’t say that I’m an athlete. As the mirror continued to fog up I practiced my ‘come hither’ look and pressed my boobs together which made me laugh at myself. I’m terrible at this.

I took my time in the shower, soaking my hair and watching as the water slowly dripped down my thighs. I could feel my muscles loosen up and relax. My legs were a little shaky and the water continued to beat down.

I tried to avoid imagining what I would do if Marcus were to come in right now. He was so gorgeous that I doubt I’d be able to tell him no if he were to take me right here and now. Those powerful arms and amazing abs looked like chiseled rock, and that smile that he could give melted any reservation I could come up with.

It began to make me wonder why he would choose to be with me at all. He could probably be with any woman alive if he wanted, but he chose me. I beat my head against the shower wall in an attempt to figure it out. Maybe he just hadn’t been with a woman in a while and he just saw me in a moment of weakness. That must be it, his desperation must have been exactly it, and I fell for it. What nerve he had, taking advantage of a woman out on her own and showing her an amazing time. I cranked off the shower in a rage and threw a towel around my waist. I needed to hear it from his mouth and hear it right now.

Narrowly avoiding the water that soaked the floor I threw open the bathroom door and started talking a little louder than I should have.

“Why the hell did you sleep with me? Was I some kind of desperate act of a man that hadn’t been laid in a while? I must’ve been the first girl you’d seen in forever and you just couldn’t help yourself. The nerve on some people…” I said finally realizing that he was asleep. This needed to be answered right now and I didn’t care if he was asleep, I wouldn’t be able to sleep until I knew the answer.

I gave him a quick slap across the cheek, leaving a solid red mark on the side of his face as he snapped to a sitting position.

“Why the hell did you sleep with me in the first place? It was your desperation that made you sleep with me, wasn’t it. You, living alone in that trailer, I'm sure you just needed a quick lay before going back to the middle of nowhere. I’ll have you know, I’m not that sort of girl. I don’t go around sleeping with strange men every day. I thought we were something special, those couple of weeks we spent in the cabin were amazing and now that I see it was all some act you put on, I realize what a stupid person I’ve been-“

“Will you let me talk?” he interrupted.

I paused, pulled my towel on a bit tighter and plopped down on the second bed. He squared up to me and leaned in a little closer.

“I slept with you for one reason and one reason only; you were the most beautiful, kind and wonderful person I’d met in years. Not once did I think in desperation and not once did I think that you were anything other than the most perfect woman I’d have the chance to lay eyes on,” he said. “Now, why did you sleep with me if you were just going to run away a couple days later? I thought we had something special.”