I avoided Michael and Adrian at all costs. Some times it was inevitable since they would look for me and I wouldn't be able to run. Michael appraised me for my acting skills this morning when I went to see Gage. I was going to tell him. I really was, but that would just complicate things.
So, I've been put on duty every morning and evening to visit him and make sure that by the end of the week, he would agree to help fight against Brad. I have a feeling that once Gage is fully put in the loop about my whole part in this he will not be happy and most definitely will not agree to help.
Since seeing him and realizing that I will have to see him again, I decided a shower would be nice. But then I thought about it more and decided I probably wouldn't be able to stand for that long.
So, a bath it was.
I've only drained and refilled the water twice so it would reheat. I have no idea what time it is and my stomach has been growling for a while now.
Sighing, I drain the room temperature water and pull myself out of the tub and into a towel. I take my usual 45 minutes to get dressed and dry my hair and then do my makeup. Diana stops in and gives me a plate of food since I skipped lunch.
I didn't take the time to sit down and eat the food, rather taking bites while reorganizing my things and just doing normal cleaning around the room. Pretty much anything to keep my mind from straying to this morning.
Of course that doesn't work. I mean really I can't avoid it forever. What am I supposed to do? Let myself fall in love with him and risk this whole thing to go down again with tears and broken hearts?
Some thing tells me that won't happen, though. As much as I want to deny it, I don't think Gage is going to scree up again like he did. I do believe that he regrets what he did. I am his pregnant mate after all.
After about two hours of doing what ever I can around the room, Diana pokes her head into my room and tells me I'm needed in the conference room.
Before leaving the room I check myself in the mirror. I had on a sleeveless maternity T-shirt and sweatpants on but I honestly didn't care. My hair looks decent and so does my face so I don't care.
I walk the hallways till I get to the conference room and knock twice before pushing the door open.
I feel all eyes on me as I walk in. Only Michael and Adrian are sitting at the table but the air is thick.
"You need me?" I ask as I cautiously walk over to sit at the table. My hands reflexively go to rest on my stomach.
"We have a problem." Michael says. "My men have discovered that it looks like Brad has been getting in contact with the rogues a lot lately. They think they are joining forces."
"Why is that a problem? Is there that many of them?" I ask.
"That's the thing. We don't know how many there are. So pretty much no matter what, we need Gage to agree with us." Adrian says.
I swallow. "When is this whole this going down?"
"Four weeks approximately. We should have everything set up."
I stare at them in shock. Four weeks and I won't be pregnant anymore. That could be a good thing and a bad thing.
"Yes, that does mean your baby will hopefully be born which works out since having to sneek in there pregnant won't go very well.*
No it wouldn't.
"Where is there?" I ask.
"At the pack house of the Blood Pool pack. In Brad's office."
Great.
"You will go on there and get the amulet and some of my men will a company you, and then you will fly back here and bring it to me and then you will be let go."
"I have one condition." I say.
Michael's eyes harden. "Which is?"
"I want to go see Alex and the pack I was at before you guys got me. They are all probably worried sick and knowing all of them, they probably thing my disappearance is there fault. They probably think I'm dead."
The boys share a look and Michael let's out a small sigh. "I will send word to the pack and have them come here instead but you will be staying here. They can stay or leave or whatever but you stay."
Excitement bubbles up in me and I hop out of my seat and round the table to give Michael a big hug. "Thank you!"
His arms are froze at his sides for a minute before they wrap around me.
I hear a throat clear behind us and look to see a pretty pale looking Adrian pointing at something by the door.
All of the sudden I'm hit with his scent and all of my joints lock up. I feel Michael stiffen and take a few steps away from me.
I take a deep breath, waiting for the yelling and possessiveness to overcome Gage. But nothing happens.
I turn around and see him leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed.
"Are you gonna yell at me or what?" I ask.
His eyes narrow. "No, that won't help me at all." He looks to Michael, "don't ever touch her again."
I see Michael nodding out of the corner of my eye and then my eyes widen when I see Gage exit the room and close the door behind him.
"Well, that went better than expected." Adrian says.
"I should probably go talk to him. Make sure he doesn't break anything." I say and walk out of the room without waiting for a reply.
I find Gage out on the balcony from his room. He lost his shirt at one point and I can see the tense muscles of his back.
I take tentatative steps toward him.
"You okay?" I ask. My voice sounds strained and quiet.
He looks up at the land in front of us, extending for miles. "What did he do?"
"He's allowing Alex and Andrew to dome here and visit." I say. I stand next to him and clench the hand rail, fully ready for him to blow up in my face.
"That's it?" He asks.
I nod and glance up at him. He looks back at me with those piercing blue eyes. Everything is written in those eyes. Everything but not enough.
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and I feel him watching my every move. His eyes trace over my face and stay at my lips.
Lust fills his eyes and I can see him trying to hold on to his composure.
My heart pounds loudly in my chest and I totally forget for a second why he would be holding back right now but then I remember.
Its like everything just has to snap right back to the front of my brain. All the wrong things he did. All the time that I had to be with out him. All the pain that came with it.
I want to wash it all away. Some how I want all of it to leave and stop nagging at the back of my mind, always resurfacing at the wrongest of times.
I just want to kiss him. I want my lips to mold together with his. I want our bodies pressed together like they did before. I want everything that a relationship is supposed to give and more.
But I can't have that. I can't risk it.
I realize just how close Gage has gotten to me and take a few steps back.
His hand shoots out and cups the side of my face. "Don't do this. Please."
I open my mouth just to close it again. My mind screams at me to give in, to let him in.
"You can trust me. Please, I won't make the same mistakes again, not when I know the consequences." He whispers. His eyes plead with mine.
He takes a step toward me. I let him. He takes another step until his body is flush against mine. I swear he is able to feel my heart beat through my chest.
"Just let me in." His forehead presses against mine and I let out the breath I've been holding. "Please." He says again and that's all he needs to say for me to smash my lips to his. He immediately responds. I wrap my arms around his neck and my fingers find their way to his hair. His hands find my waist and pull me closer, if that's even possible.
I begin to pull back but his hand holds my head in place. I lock up and he let's go. I pull back from him and he let's me. I look deep in his eyes. I'm not sure what to think.
Oh, what the hell.
"You better not screw this up." I say.
He grins and doesn't answer. Instead his lips find mine again and sparks ignite. My body is once again on fire. My blood is boiling in my veins and my heart is pumping out of my chest.
In that moment every worry leaves. Every wrong move is thrown away and out of my mind. All I can think about is kissing him and I'm sure that's all he cares about too.