“How long since your parents passed?” she asked.
“A while.”
“Is that why you don’t come here?”
He nodded his head.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For bringing me to the place you shared with two people you loved. I appreciate it.”Stephen reached across the table and took her hand. “Thank you,” he said.
Together they finished their food and sat drinking coffee. When Diane cleared away their dishes, Stephen paid the bill and ordered her once again to put her money away. Once they were in the car she turned to face him. “I think packing some clothes and my college stuff would be easier. I can put the furniture into storage for later.”
“Why? I’ll arrange for my people to collect your furniture, and we can put it round the house. Whatever you don’t want we can sell later on,” he said.
“What happens when this.” She gestured between them before finishing. “Doesn’t work out?”
“Do you think I’m going to make you leave? It will work out between us.” He started the car, but Ursula wasn’t convinced.
“Nothing is set in stone. What if it doesn’t work?”
“It will work.” He sounded so determined that Ursula almost believed him. He turned the key in the ignition, and the car purred to life. Seconds later they were on the road in the direction of her apartment.
“I’ve seen a new side of you today,” she said.
“Yeah? Do you like it?”
“I don’t know. I’m use to the brooding, alcohol-driven depressive who stands with me while I cook. This will take a while getting used to.” He chuckled. The sound of his chuckle went through her body making her nipples harden and her pussy melt. She had never known so much desire for a man. Since she’d met Paul she had seen several men, been attracted to them, but she had never gone through with it. The moment she met Stephen every other man went out of the window. He held her constant attention and made it hard for any other man to get a look in.
Maybe she should go out to a bar and make sure she wasn’t on some kind of rebound. For some reason, she didn’t think she was.
“Stop thinking so hard.”
She smiled and leaned back in her chair to enjoy the ride. All of her problems would still be there when she thought about it.
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Stephen didn’t know why he took her to the diner. He had seen her walking down the stairs towards him and knew he wanted to take her some place he’d never taken any other woman. The last time he visited the diner had been the week before his parents passed away. They were two souls in the same pot. He manoeuvred the car round morning traffic. Diane had been a kind woman to him. She was over sixty and still running the place. He took Ursula’s hand, replacing the bad thoughts with the sweet ones from last night.
He knew there would come a time when he would have to tell Ursula the truth about himself, but until he needed to he was going to enjoy their time together. Club Possession had to be kept in utmost secrecy. It was one of the main rules his father had been sure to pass down to him.
They arrived at her apartment thirty minutes later. He parked outside the building and followed her up. When he passed a mirror with the pair of them their reflection made him pause. She looked so much younger than he. He noticed the way he held or touched a part of her body, his hand at the base of her back leading her up. She didn’t protest his touch. The image in the mirror hit him square between the eyes. The possessive way he looked and how he touched her reminded him of the men at his club.
It had to be possible.
He moved with her up the stairs to her room. There was no sign of damage on the outside of the door. He took the key from her, opening the door. They saw Paul gathering his stuff.
“I’m leaving,” Paul said.
“Whatever.” Ursula grabbed Stephen’s hand, leading him through to the bedroom. She opened suitcases. They packed as much as possible. While she gathered her college work he made a quick call to his security team to over look the movement of all her furniture. Paul was cursing as they went back into the main room.
“You’re telling me to leave, but you’re not even living here.” He looked red in the face. Stephen wanted any excuse to hit him. One word out of his mouth and he was taking the fucker down. Paul stared at him for several moments before storming out.
“Asshole. Come on. I’ve got to get to college by eleven. Would you drop me off?” Ursula asked.
He grabbed her bags then walked down to the car. There was work he needed to attend to.
“I’ll put my clothes away when I get back tonight.”