Maxwell’s wife. I’m sure I have the man’s number somewhere. I fire off a text to Kurt to dig into Mia Maxwell. She has to be the one connected to Amelia. There is no way that I would have missed Amelia over the years if she’d been running in the same circles as me.
She stands out like a sore thumb and not in a bad way. In a way that makes men drop to their knees to beg her to love them. There is no missing her when she’s in a room. This has me almost certain that she’s a friend of Mia. I believe they said that there were two women outside of my building, so I’m guessing the other one who slipped into the SUV may have been Amelia. I missed them by seconds and I didn’t get a chance to see my girl.
We follow them for a while before they pull up outside a building that is older looking on the outside. The neighborhood isn't bad but it also isn't the best. I wouldn't want Amelia walking the street alone at night even if it is a busy street. Some people can go unnoticed but not my dollface; you'd have to be blind not to see her. I’ll have to put a security detail on her immediately. I can’t risk anyone trying to hurt what’s mine.
The dark haired girl from the email photo steps out of the SUV and I know it’s Mia. A moment later Amelia steps out after her. I watch as they argue over something for a moment before Mia grabs my girl and gives her a hug.
I clench my jaw, wishing it were me with my arms wrapped around her. I shouldn’t be jealous of her hugging her friend but fuck me, I am. It’s been months since I’ve seen her, touched her or heard her sweet voice. I ache for her in more ways than one. Mia gets back into the SUV and it pulls away from the curb.
Amelia watches her go before heading up the stairs and onto the stoop. I slip from the car, unwilling to let her get away this time. I can't bear to be without her for another second and I can’t risk losing her again. I might know the building she lives in but I don’t know which apartment is hers.
I’m sure now that Kurt has found her it will only be a matter of time before I know everything there is to know about my dollface. I’m not known to be a patient man and I sure as hell don’t plan on becoming one now. Waiting is overrated; that's why I’m not going to do it.
I catch the door right before it closes. I hang back, watching as she takes the stairs up one floor. I follow her up, watching as she slips her key into a lock and pushes the door open into her place. I move, grabbing the door before it can close. She screams but our eyes lock as she tries to turn to close her door fully, causing her to stop. Her bright green eyes go wide once she comprehends who I am.
“Ethan.” She whispers my name. I don’t wait to be invited in. I push open the door, letting myself in. I shut it, clicking the lock behind me.
“What are you doing?” She takes a step back, making room for me. She looks as beautiful as the first time I laid eyes on her. She’s not wearing a sexy dress that shows off those legs of hers but I don’t give a shit. I’m grateful that she’s covered up because I know exactly what’s under those black pants. I’d kissed every inch of her long legs and every part of her that I could get my mouth on before we passed out. I welcome the day that I get to do that again.
“You stole my driver's license.” And part of my heart and soul. I don’t say those words out loud because I don’t want to scare her. Not yet, anyway. You should never show your hand too early. As far as I know, she’s mine.
I really don’t know a lot about her. Sure, Kurt is going to tell me a shit ton when he gets me my report but it will all be surface shit. I want to get to know everything I can about her but I want those bits of information to come from her. For her