Love You Always

I clear my brother’s call, knowing I can call him back later. I know his nosy ass wants more information but I don’t have much to give right now anyways. I hit Kurt’s number.

“What do you have?” I ask before he can even say hello.

“Car’s registered to a Maxwell Kennedy. Only thing listed is a business address. Says he’s recently married Mia Kennedy. Lists her maiden name as Montgomery.” My stomach sinks as I think about her already being married when I know she belongs to me. Could she have given me a fake name that night?

I know who Maxwell Kennedy is. No wonder he has security on her. Should have had it on her that night. I don’t see how he couldn't have. That doesn't make any sense to me. We are both rich men. When people find out you have a weakness they try and get at it any way they can.

“Forward me everything you have already. I want a full report on Mrs. Kennedy.” My phone dings two seconds later, alerting me that his email has hit my inbox. I know who she is immediately. I’ve watched the footage of the club's surveillance that night over and over of her.

She’d been with my girl that night. She must have been the bachelorette. That means my girl doesn’t belong to Maxwell Kennedy. Now that would have been a fight. The man can be as ruthless as me when it comes to business. I respect him. I’ve met him a handful of times.

I’m not surprised he settled down. The last time I saw him he talked about being restless. That work didn't hold the same thrill. I thought he was losing his mind but now I am starting to understand what he meant.

You can only open so many hotels before it all starts to blur together. After a while, you can basically do it in your sleep. You learn early in business to build a solid team to support you. The problem with that is that they get so efficient they pretty much handle everything themselves, which means less of a challenge.

This new information must mean that my girl is friends with Maxwell’s wife. I’m sure I have the man’s number somewhere. I fire off a text to Kurt to dig into Mia Maxwell. She has to be the one connected to Amelia. There is no way that I would have missed Amelia over the years if she’d been running in the same circles as me.

She stands out like a sore thumb and not in a bad way. In a way that makes men drop to their knees to beg her to love them. There is no missing her when she’s in a room. This has me almost certain that she’s a friend of Mia. I believe they said that there were two women outside of my building, so I’m guessing the other one who slipped into the SUV may have been Amelia. I missed them by seconds and I didn’t get a chance to see my girl.

We follow them for a while before they pull up outside a building that is older looking on the outside. The neighborhood isn't bad but it also isn't the best. I wouldn't want Amelia walking the street alone at night even if it is a busy street. Some people can go unnoticed but not my dollface; you'd have to be blind not to see her. I’ll have to put a security detail on her immediately. I can’t risk anyone trying to hurt what’s mine.

The dark haired girl from the email photo steps out of the SUV and I know it’s Mia. A moment later Amelia steps out after her. I watch as they argue over something for a moment before Mia grabs my girl and gives her a hug.

I clench my jaw, wishing it were me with my arms wrapped around her. I shouldn’t be jealous of her hugging her friend but fuck me, I am. It’s been months since I’ve seen her, touched her or heard her sweet voice. I ache for her in more ways than one. Mia gets back into the SUV and it pulls away from the curb.

Amelia watches her go before heading up the stairs and onto the stoop. I slip from the car, unwilling to let her get away this time. I can't bear to be without her for another second and I can’t risk losing her again. I might know the building she lives in but I don’t know which apartment is hers.

I’m sure now that Kurt has found her it will only be a matter of time before I know everything there is to know about my dollface. I’m not known to be a patient man and I sure as hell don’t plan on becoming one now. Waiting is overrated; that's why I’m not going to do it.