“I’m sorry I was a little rough,” he whispered. He laid another kiss on her lips.
“You can’t seem to stop,” she said to him with amazement in her voice.
“I want you, Charlotte, always.”
“What the fuck are you doing in my girlfriend’s apartment?”
Charlotte tensed and looked to the door. The anger rose in Micah and growl echoed along the thin walls.
“Don’t hurt him,” she pleaded.
“He goes now.” It wasn’t an instruction or a question. Micah was warning her Greg would not be part of her life any more.
“What do you want from me?”
“Everything.” He kissed her once more and walked toward the sound of the commotion. Micah walked in to see Cade restraining the human man with one arm, still eating the tub of ice cream.
“Who the fuck are you, and where is Charlotte? Charlotte? Charlotte?” he yelled.
“I think you should turn around and leave right now,” Micah warned, holding his arms over his chest.
“Fuck you. Charlotte, baby, are you all right?” Greg called.
Micah growled.
“What the fuck?”
“I’m growing tired of your language. Charlotte is already taken. She’s mine. Leave now.”
“No way. Charlotte and I are engaged to be married. You’ve got no right to be in this apartment.”
The guy had guts. Other men would quake in their boots when Micah was present. Not this guy. He was showing he either had too much confidence or he had a death wish.
“The engagement ends. Charlotte is mine, and no one else will have her.”
“I’m not leaving. I love Charlotte.” Micah scented the lie in his words.
“You’re lying. You don’t love Charlotte. What if I were to tell her how you smell of another woman? You reek of her pussy and her perfume.”
Cade gave him a funny look, and Micah wondered if Cade could smell the scent of another woman on Charlotte’s fiancé.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Stop it, Micah,” Charlotte said, coming into the room. He turned and was pleased to see her dressed. The tight jeans distracted him.
A tiny waist and full hips. His mouth watered to see her naked. A sweater covered everything, destroying his view of her huge tits.
He loved his women curvy and full.
“Charlotte.” Greg gasped.
“I think it best if you leave.”
“What he says is a lie. I would never cheat on you. Never.” He sounded so pathetic. Micah almost felt sorry for him.
“No, it’s not. You know it, and I know it. I’m going back home, Greg. I think it best if you have a clean break.” Charlotte moved over and kissed his cheek.#p#分页标题#e#
Micah went to grab her back, but she came and stood in front of him.
“You used me, you little slut.”
Micah watched her tense before him. He sensed the hurt coming off her in waves. He growled, prepared to strike the little fucker down for insulting his mate.
“Be nice to the little lady, limp dick,” Cade ordered before bodily removing him from the apartment.
“No wonder he made my skin crawl,” Charlotte said.
He placed a hand on her shoulder, loving the feeling as she relaxed at his touch.
“You’re coming home?” he asked.
She nodded but didn’t turn around.
“I’m glad.”
Chapter Eight
Charlotte stared out of the window on the plane. She thought it would take days to organize a flight, but she’d learned Micah owned his own plane.
As soon as everything had been handled and she’d packed all of her belongings she wanted to take back, they were driving out to the nearest airport.
She sat next to Micah as he worked from a laptop. Watching such a large man tapping at the keys of a small mechanical device was quite alarming. Any second she expected it to explode in protest.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m not going to be held responsible for my actions,” he warned her.
Charlotte turned away, not wanting his attention on her. She couldn’t help but be fascinated by him.
Cade came and sat in front of her, smiling at her.
“So do you remember me?” he asked.
She couldn’t help but smile at his easier attitude.
“I think I do. You tried to protect me and send me on my way, right?”
“That’s me. But Brandon was determined to keep you, and Micah here then mated with you. Not that I blame him. You were one pretty girl, but the last years have done wonders for you.”
Charlotte blushed and stared out of the window.
“Stop flirting with her,” Micah told him.
“He’s not flirting,” Charlotte said, defending him.