Coming back through the garden, I slipped into the house and went to go up the stairs when I saw a car pull up outside of the warehouse. Any other time I wouldn’t have bothered to stop, but the obnoxious colored sports car drew my attention. Walking closer to the windows, I watched as Serena stepped out of the car and walked towards the warehouse, Luke following behind her.
My eyes widened at what I was seeing, I couldn’t believe that Ty had let her onto the compound.
I watched as she flicked her long blond hair over her shoulder and lay her hand on Ty’s arm. My nostrils flared and my feet moved forward of th
eir own accord. Before I knew it, my hand was on the door handle.
I stopped, taking stock of what I was doing. I was still in my gym clothes and I looked awful compared to her. If I was going to go and show her that she wasn’t welcome here, then I needed to look bad ass.
My lips lifted into a smirk as I spun around and ran up the stairs. Yeah, it may have been childish but that was the way women like her worked. It was the only way I’d be able to get through to her and to be honest, I’d have fun doing it.
Taking the braid out of my hair, I curled it with my straighteners and applied a small amount of makeup. Not much, I didn’t want to overdo it like she did but I still wanted a little on. Pulling out the tightest pair of black skinny jeans I could find, I wrestled them up my legs and lay down on the bed to do the button up. Slipping my combat boots on, I then riffled through my wardrobe for the tank tops that Ty had ordered for me and Kitty. Opening a new one, I pulled it over my head.
Grabbing my belt, I clipped it on and looked in the mirror.
I gasped at the woman I saw reflected back at me, she was a totally different person to the one that I saw only a few short months ago.
Her eyes were brighter, her hair shinier, standing tall and looking completely confident. This was the me that I’d fought to become again and I wasn’t letting anyone take her back to that dark place.
Jogging back down the stairs, I placed my hand on the door knob and took a deep breath.
I’d show her what she was dealing with. Wife or no wife, she wasn’t going to worm her way back in here, I wouldn’t let her.
When I got to the metal door, I pulled my shoulders back and held my head high. Pulling it open, I walked inside and smiled when all their conversations stopped. I was met with various looks, Kitty looked shocked, Evan smiled and Luke looked at me knowingly.
He knew more than anyone how hard it was for me to do this, we had talked a lot about our pasts and he knew that I didn’t want to be that person anymore.
The victim. I wasn’t that anymore. No, I was a survivor.
I moved my eyes to Serena, she was sat in my seat with her hand on Ty’s arm. Taking a deep, calming breath, I took stock of the situation. If I couldn’t sit in my seat, then I’d have to find somewhere else to sit, wouldn’t I?
Walking forward, swaying my butt a little, making sure to show off how tight my jeans were, I made a beeline for Ty. I winked as I got closer and he spun around in his chair to face me.
“Sweeth-”
“Hey,” I purred. Then sat straight on his lap, not waiting for him to say another word before I attacked him with my lips.
He gasped, not knowing what was happening at first but when my tongue met his, he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.
Deepening the kiss, I moaned at the feel of his erection at my hip. Yep, it was so satisfying knowing I did that to him and in a room full of people.
His one hand cupped my butt, squeezing, and the other gripped the base of my neck, turning my head so that he had better access.
What was meant to be a kiss to show her that he was mine, turned into something different. I should have known that a kiss with Ty was never just a kiss. It was always so much more.
“Ahem,” I heard her say. But I wasn’t stopping for anybody.
Pushing closer to Ty, I moved my hand down his chest and across his erection, eliciting a groan from him. The sound so satisfying that I moaned in response.
“Ty Ty,” Ugh. Why does she call him that?
Pulling away slightly so my lips were centimeters from Ty’s, I whispered. “I missed you last night.”
It was true, I had missed him. I knew that it was my choice to keep him out by putting the chair in front of the door but that didn’t mean that I missed him any less.
I missed the way he always had one hand on me at all times, no matter where it was. How he always liked to touch my bare skin, whether that be my stomach, my leg or my face.
I wouldn’t spend another night away from him, not only because he kept the nightmares at bay, but because I genuinely missed having his warmth beside me.