Dirty Little Brat (Dirty Series Book 1)

“Well, it's just that the news says that your family is old Spanish Mob and that you are the heir apparent. You obviously have a lot of money and people respect and fear you. So, I was just wondering if it was true?” Ah. I wondered when this was going to come up.

“My family is indeed old money, amor, and I have all different types of businesses all over the world. Some more than legal, others, in the gray area. Anything besides that, is not for you to worry about. You will always be safe and uninvolved in any and all of my businesses other than reaping the rewards. Anything else, baby?” She shakes her head and gets up to get dressed.

“Oh. I don’t know where we are going so I don't know what weather to dress for.”

“Think smoldering hot baby. Plus, whatever it is, you won’t be wearing it long.” Her pink face, smirks as she runs out of the room. Fuck my chest hurts. Damn girl has me all fucked up.9LexiPhew. I think fanning myself. That man is lethal and potent. I have not stopped juicing since the moment we stepped on this plane. Hmmm ...because we spent so much time arguing, I didn’t grab my bag, so I have no clue what to wear. I look out the window of the jet and notice that everything below appears blue. Water. Yes!! I think shimming around the cabin. I hate being cold with a passion. So, taking me somewhere tropical is the best thing he could do.

Deciding to look around, I start with the closet. Opening it, I stumble back a bit, completely stunned by the closet full of clothes. Not just any clothes. Looking at some of these labels, he went to the good place. Harrods. Did I mention all of them has tags on them? Shaking my tits, a bit, I jump up and down, looking at all I have to choose from. Deciding on a blue and yellow sundress, I take off the nightgown I am wearing, noting how hard my nipples are. I rub my hands across them and moan picturing it being his mouth. Shit. I am like a barely lit fuse. One more spark and I am going to combust.

Slowly, I pull the dress over my head. Standing in front of the mirror, I admire the way the red and yellow sundress accentuates my curves. Deciding to take it a step further, I pull my hair down from on top of my head and brush it out. When I am satisfied with the shine and bounce, I slip my sandals back on and take a deep breath.

I need a second. I know I come off like I know what I am doing, and I know so much about the world around me and to an extent, that is true. But I have never had my heart involved in anything before. I learned early from my parents that ‘feeling’ anything was a death sentence. Not even for your own child. So, I played the game and moved the pieces. But from the moment he spoke to me, Saxson moved something else entirely inside of me. I felt almost as if he was sent there, for me. To save me, love me, protect me. The problem is ...I am not sure if he feels the same. So, for the first time in my life, I have something to lose.

Myself. If he rejects me. I have to try though. Right? If I don't give him a shot, I have lost anyway. With that thought, I walk out into the main room.

“There you are. I thought I was going to have to come find you. Come. We need to eat.” I walk to my seat which is right next to him. A simple stroll to my chair. No big deal right? Wrong. Every step I take, I am keenly aware of him staring at me, devouring me with his eyes like a Kobe Steak on display. “You look beautiful baby.” My cheeks heat up. I’m used to compliments, but coming from him, they mean more.

“Thank you. So, what's for breakfast?”

“Just a simple egg with croissants. Some fruit and juice.”

“Sounds good.”

We eat. No words shared. However, I wouldn’t call it silence. With every breath he takes, his eyes never leave me. His mouth smirking as he takes me in. Every bite he takes, swallow he produces, is a promise. A promise my body shudders and drips to fulfill. I can taste nothing of what I am eating, anticipation filling me inch by inch. We finish just in time for the landing which is uneventful. Before I know it, we are packed away in the car that is waiting for us as Sax drives us to our destination.

“So now that we have landed, do you want to tell me where we are?”