“You came,” she said.
“I said I would.” He opened his arms, and she went into them willingly. She wasn’t crying. He felt her body shaking. “You’re staying with me tonight.”
She nodded her head. He was pleased she didn’t argue with him. Stephen wasn’t in the mood to argue with her. Staring at his surroundings, he knew Paul had trashed her apartment. He took hold of her hand then walked over to her boyfriend.
“You get out of this place by noon tomorrow, or I’ll have you arrested for trespassing.”
“So, you’re the rich lover-boy. How can you cope to be with her? She’s fucking fat and useless in the sack. You’ll need to cover her head with a bag to be able to fuck her.”
Stephen was about to pound his face in. Ursula pulled away from him and slapped Paul round the face. “I was good enough for you. I can’t believe I lowered myself to let you near my body.”
She looked angry, pissed, and Stephen winced as she kneed Paul in the groin. He took her hand, walking out of the apartment.
Once outside the building, she stopped by his car.
“I like her,” Lucas said.
“Me, too,” Sean said.
He said goodnight to the other two men then helped her inside his car. Once he was settled inside the car, he started the engine and began driving towards his own house.
“I’m really sorry about calling you,” she said.
“Don’t be. I asked you to. I’d be upset if you didn’t.” He rounded a bend. “That was a great knee kick. Remind me to never piss you off.”
“You always piss me off, Stephen. You’ve never insulted me. What he said was cruel, and I didn’t like it.”
He grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers while he drove the last few miles to his house.
The rest of the journey went by in silence. When they got inside, he lifted her face to the light for him to check her over.
“I’m fine. He barely touched me.”
“Your face looks red. He slapped you at least once.” She nodded, and he wanted to go out and kick the bastard in the balls himself. “Let’s get you something cold to put on that. I don’t like the thought of you bruising.”
He led the way into the kitchen. There was a bag of unopened sweet corn in the freezer. “Here, put this on.” He pressed the bag to her cheek. She winced but held it over her cheek.
“Can you get brain freeze holding it like his?” she asked. He laughed, caressing her cheek for a second. She licked her lips, and his gaze dropped to the fullness of her lips.
Clearing his throat, he removed his jacket. He waited a few minutes for her to get too cold. When she handed the bag back to him, he washed the bag before putting it back.
“I’ll show you to your room. You can get some rest.” The tension had climbed in the room. He felt the electricity sizzling beneath the surface. The tiny hairs on his arms stood to attention. She followed behind him. The feeling of dominance that surrounded him made him pause on the stairs. Closing his eyes for a second, he tried to get his mind to control his actions.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
“Nothing. Cramp.” He continued up until he got to the room next to him. Opening the door, he let her inside.
“Wow. This is amazing. It’s almost as big as my apartment,” she said. He stared at her, watching the way she rubbed her hands down her legs. Everything about her pulled him in. He wanted her.
“I’ll leave you to rest.”
“Stephen?” He turned to her. “Thank you.”
He went to her, cupping her cheek in his palm. “I would never let anything happen to you.”
“You didn’t have to come for me. Thank you for coming.”
There was a different type of coming that was on his mind. Smiling, he brushed his lips against hers. “Get some rest.”
Chapter Five
Ursula watched him leave her room. Her hand went to her lips touching where he’d kissed. She wished he hadn’t left. When he’d come to her rescue, she’d never been so happy to see anyone. Not just because he’d come to help her but she knew Paul wouldn’t be around much longer. For the last six months she’d avoided having sex with him. The last time she’d had sex with him could have been longer. She hated the thought of being with him. Turning away from the door Stephen exited, she went in search of the bathroom. He’d told her each room had their own bathroom for guests. The first door opened to a large walk-in wardrobe. She gazed at all the space imagining how pathetic her clothing would look in such a large space. The next door she found the bathroom. She took a quick shower. When she got out, she brushed her teeth then grabbed a robe. There were brushes in the top drawer. She couldn’t find a nightshirt. Removing the robe, she got under the covers and closed her eyes.