Bleeding Heart (Captured Miracle Book 2)(37)

“We’re staying on a boat?”

He nodded. “A yacht, yes.”

“Hmm.” I squeaked the sound and he raised a brow. “With Neil and Jared?”

“That’s what I said.” His eyes narrowed and I had a feeling it was at my mention of Neil. Neil was the only other person I had spent any length of time with apart from Calix or his grandmother, Gabriella, in the past two weeks. And I had a feeling that Calix was not only a possessive man, but also a jealous man. However, he had no reason to be jealous of Neil, so I ignored his tone.

“Who is Jared?”

“Another bodyguard.”

“Do you need a bodyguard?” I cocked my head to the side and Calix sighed.

“Yes - and now you do as well.”

“Oh.” I didn’t like the sound of that, but I didn’t know how to reply either. “Why are we staying on a boat?”

“We’re staying on a yacht because I own it. It’s beautiful, private, and possesses every amenity you could possibly want.” He looked at my mouth for a moment and I felt my blood temperature rise. “It’s also safer than a hotel. I’ve personally hired every one of my staff that will be accompanying us this month.”

Stunned, I breathed. “I see.”

“Can we go now?” He asked and I felt myself nod only a second before I felt his palm pressing into the small of my back, once again guiding me along the stretch of dock.

After about fifteen steps, I felt my body jerk to a halt. “You own a boat!”

Calix tipped his head back toward the ebony sky, and he sighed. “Nova.”

“A boat!” I muttered. “A freaking boat!” As though he couldn’t understand, I spelled it out to him. “B. O. A. T. Boat. You own one.”

This time, his eyes didn’t narrow, they simply fastened on my face, and with patience I was surprised he had, he replied. “Yacht. Y. A. C. H. T.” My eyes widened. “I own a yacht. I also own a shipping company, love.”

I breathed a hot breath from deep in my lungs as I shook my head. “And a plane? You own that too?”

“I do.”

This time, I pressed my fingers to my temples and breathed. “What don’t you own?”

“I assure you, love - there is a lot I do not own.” Calix smirked and I wanted to slap it from his face. The arrogant - he cut my thought off with a deep tone. “Any more questions?”

“Um,” I stammered. “You’re rich?”

“Isn’t that obvious?”

“Well,” I nodded more to myself than him. “I knew you had money before what with all the men and the house and the land - but a plane and a yacht,” I used his word - yacht - so as not to get his panties in a twist, before continuing. “That’s not rich, Calix, that’s,” I shook my head. “I don’t know what that is.”

“All you need to know, Nova, is that I can provide for you. Anything you want, I can give you.”

I felt my face tighten on a scowl. “I don’t want anything from you.”

He straightened his back and I watched as his entire body tightened. “What are you saying, Nova?”

“I’m saying I’ve never needed this life, Calix. I don’t care about private planes and,” I threw my hands to the big boats. “Yachts.”

“Then what do you care about?”

“Love.” I said simply. “All I’ve ever wanted from this life is love.”

The rage in his eyes dimmed almost instantly at the defeat in my tone and the admission of my hearts one true desire.

“Love.” He whispered - and I didn’t know if he was calling me love, or if he was restating my one true desire. But it didn’t matter, because before I knew it, my chest was pressed against his and his lips were on mine.





Chapter 12

Whatever had held me back from walking aboard Calix’s yacht had completely dissipated as soon as his lips met mine. Now, as I ran my tongue over the swollen flesh of my bottom lip and Calix stared hotly down into my face, I couldn’t remember what it was that was holding me back. Now, I was eager to get on board and begin my journey - a new journey - with Calix.

“Are you ready, Nova?” Calix asked through the desire thick in his tone.

I cleared my throat. “Uh,” I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He moved his hand to the bare skin at my back, sliding his fingertips beneath the fabric lines of the crisscrossed material.

Calix led me to a large boat before jumping down onto the deck. He held his hands up to me, gripping my waist as soon as I was within reach, before lifting me down onto the boat. It was massive. Super-freaking-sonic! The first thing I saw on deck was a stretch of white chairs sitting before a decent sized pool that had been sheltered with a clear cover. Off to my far right, there was a long, curved stretch of a booth surrounding a glossy white table. The floor was a pristine wood so clean it gleamed. Looking beyond the open deck, I saw another living area of dark leather furniture, dark brown painted walls, and creamy beige carpet. The furniture was all dark gleaming wood and so very elegant. Stretching further still, I saw a dining area that was just as elegant as the living area.