Savage Unapologetic(6)

Chapter Two



"You go be a good girl now." He beamed as I grappled the door handle, not ready to part with him just yet, but work awaited me. My time was up.

We were right outside the departures terminal at LAX, and my heart wasn't ready to let go of him. How could I when the past week reminded me how it was to come alive again?

"I'm going to miss you badly." Tears made me feel weak, but somehow, I had to fight the urge. It was pathetic. It wasn't the end of the world or anything, yet it felt as if I were being pulled apart from something that made me feel whole. Ridiculous didn't begin to cover how I was feeling. I loved him too damn much, and it was becoming a hindrance to my life, because all I ever wanted to do these days was to be with him, next to him.

Making sure the car was in park, he shut off the engine then shifted to gaze at my sad face. "Don't look so miserable. I'll see you soon, babe." With his hand secured behind my head, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me senseless. "I'll fly out to see you, I promise."

We both knew that wasn't true, so I took no comfort from his reassurance. But I wasn't going to pout and act all childish about it. We would figure this out soon enough. We always did.

"All right, my sexy man. I gotta go." He pulled me back. Dark, soulful eyes lulling me in. "You forgot something." His dangerous, sexy smile appeared out of nowhere, rendering me speechless for a moment.

I licked my lips, transfixed at the man who made me feel tizzy by a mere smile. "What?" I asked breathlessly, letting go of the door handle, feeling weak all of a sudden.



       
         
       
        

With his powerful hand, he pulled me toward him before he thoroughly kissed me with those lethal lips.

"This  …  and I love you."

If only I could freeze this moment and keep it with me always.

Slowly, I began to open my eyes, feeling heady and inappropriately aroused at the taste of him. I wanted more, but I knew I must catch my flight or I might never make it out of Los Angeles. I was a full-pledged River Ellis addict.

"Damn, I'm all hot and bothered now. Fuck, I love you, too."

His laughter sent warm fuzzies into my tummy before I reluctantly climbed out of his Range and waved a final goodbye.

Feeling all sorts of depleted, I traipsed about the airport in a daze, checking in, going through security, before resting at the airline lounge while I waited for my boarding call.

Slumped on my seat, I tried to rehash the golden moments we had together. Most of all, I wondered what took me so long to finally give in to my heart's demands and freely fall back into loving the man I was meant to be with for the rest of my life.

One week wasn't enough. I was having serious River Ellis withdrawals, and I wasn't sure what to do with myself. Being separated from him for two months would be beyond trying. And seeing how busy he'd be with finishing his album, he'd have no time to spare to fly out and visit me. Since being back with him, the old Cara was back full throttle-living, breathing, and obsessing River Ellis. Hopefully, this second time around, I'd know how to curb my desperate need for him. It wasn't healthy to be so emotionally invested in someone. The past had viciously taught me that. Everyone needed boundaries. Even if he was the love of my life, I had to learn to apply it in that aspect as well. Maybe this reprieve would do us good. We both needed to gather our bearings and set our priorities straight. We weren't teenagers any more without contracts and commitments. It was different from our relationship before, but I supposed this time was more exciting. Our sex life had definitely shifted from sensual to full-on explicit.

Upon arriving in Vancouver, I had a driver take me to the same hotel where everyone else was staying for the next two months. Jamie Singer, the main character and my brother in the show, was actually in the lounge area when I entered the hotel. He immediately came towards me, greeting me with a hug.

"Cara, glad you're back. It's good to see you again." With his boyish good looks and brilliant acting, it was no wonder we was chosen the lead role. Besides, Jamie had the camera presence; the man lit up and commanded the audience effortlessly.

"It's good to see you. Love the new hair." I reached out to playfully mess with it. He was a few years older than me, but his playful demeanor made him act like a teenager on most days. 

Filming was set to start in two days, and I had to begin reading through my scenes for the first episode. There were ten in total.

As much as I missed my man, it was lovely to see the crew again.