notice."
"Olivia, I'm not leaving you tonight and that's that. It's not up for discussion. Hiding you is hard enough, but your school night rule is over," he says, referring to my rule of not sleeping over at his place on work nights. When I set this rule in place, it was simply because I was scared we were moving too fast, and for some reason I thought this would do the trick. Slow us down.
"Ronan..."
"Again, it's not up for discussion. This week is packed and next week is the gala. I'm not going to see enough of you. You are coming home with me, Olivia Adams."
Taking my hand, he opens the door and helps me out of the back seat and places me in the front and shuts the door. I should be embarrassed to be seen getting out of the backseat and into the front while he runs over to the curb and tosses the tissue in the bin. It's like telling the whole world, HEY, WE JUST HAD SEX BACK HERE! But, I don't even care. I seem to toss all common sense right out the window when it comes to our relationship.
He joins me in his luxury SUV, but he's the real luxury. He may have luxurious homes, cars, boats, and art, but the most luxurious thing about Ronan McKinley is the man himself. He is the greatest luxury I have ever enjoyed. Every moment spent with him is a gift, and if I'm honest with myself I don't want a night to go by that doesn't have me falling asleep in his arms.
He's right. With his meetings, upcoming travel, and all my time focused on prepping for the charity gala, there isn't going to be a lot of alone time. I think I may have to suspend my no sleepovers on school nights rule. Indefinitely.
It was a stupid rule anyway.
Ronan
"Oh my, God! Ronan! What happened to you?"
Well, I guess this means the black eye and the knot on my cheek are noticeable.
Not seeming to care that my office door is open and anyone could walk in and see the way she's holding my face in her tiny hands and the look of concern her furrowed brow gives away, she fusses over my bumps and bruises. Professionalism be damned and I love it.
"Gorgeous, it's all a part of rugby. I explained it to you. I let you know there was a possibility I could get some scratches here and there and—"
"Scratches! You call this a scratch! Ronan, you look like you've been beat with a baseball bat!" she hisses as she tries to keep her voice down but yells at me at the same time.
"It's a black eye and a swollen cheek. It will be back to normal before you know it. I guess you'll just have to kiss it all better after work tonight," I say, pulling her by the hips so she rubs up against the erection her care and attention has created.
God damn she smells good.
Thank Christ she pulls away when she does and has more restraint than I do because two seconds later Satan himself, my father, enters my office. My erection vanishes, and as per usual, my gut is filled with an inner turmoil that has exhausted me for most of my life.
Olivia grabs her papers off my desk, and she can't leave the room fast enough. My only hope is that she makes it to her office before my father, the bane of my existence, makes any snide comments in her direction.
"What the hell happened to your face, boy?" Fortunately, my face distracts him but not enough to stop his vulgar eyes from taking in her ass in that tight pencil skirt of hers. She clicks the door shut behind her, and I can feel my body sag in relief that she escaped unscathed.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, father?"
"Don't ignore me, boy. I asked you a question?" His voice is raised, and I'm sure Olivia and the others can hear him. I may be a thirty-four-year-old man but being chastised by your father is still embarrassing, even if they all know what an asshole he is.
"Rugby."
"You're still playing that asinine game? Guess that face of yours deserves it then. Grown men playing intramural sports. It's rather pathetic, don't you think? I guess we were too soft on you as a child and didn't teach you what hard work truly is."
"Father, did you come here for a reason or just