didn’t want to go. I
opened my mouth to beg, but Jas cut me off.
“Actually, Phillip and I were going to talk to you
both about this. Issy , you are a nanny yes? If you
had employment your visa could be extended?”
“Theoretically, yes. What are you thinking?”
A grin stretched my face while my blood heated with
excitement. The solution was obvious.
“You can nanny Grace! That’s perfect, Jas! The rest of
the tour is going to be so busy, Ashlyn will be forced to do a lot with Grace
on her own without Dillon. You could help her. You’d get paid and be able to
stay with me. What do you say?”
Issy looked straight into my
gaze, and my heart dropped at the seriousness I saw. Would she say no? Had I
misread her feelings for me?
“Why do you want me to come with you on tour? Is it
only my safety that you’re worried about?”
I took a deep breath and eyed Jas and Brian.
“Don’t suppose you two could step out for a minute?”
The pair snickered as they nodded and left the room.
Unable to stand the distance between us, I moved to kneel in front of her.
“Baby, honestly, I’m not sure where we’re going to end
up, but I adore you. I love having you around, and I’m not ready to let you go.
Ashlyn needing help with Grace is merely a convenient way to keep you close to
me, because I can’t handle you leaving me, at least not yet. I can’t deny that
keeping you safe is high on my list of worries, but that’s because I care about
you and want you safe. I’m pretty sure I’ll always worry about that when it
comes to you.”
****
Monique
Pulling my jacket around me tighter, I stayed in the
shadows at the side of the parking lot. Rage had my vision tunneled on the door
of the club. The door that Zeck and his little slut
had just gone through. If they hadn’t had that big Russian bastard with them,
I’d have jumped them and dealt with the little tart already.
It was all her fault. I couldn’t go to my apartment,
or my sister’s place. Everyone was now on the lookout for me so they could turn
me over to the police. I shook my head. What a load of bullshit. It was only a
couple of photos. A grin pulled at my lips. A couple of photos that had paid
very well. If only I could get to the bank to access the funds. My damn accounts
had been frozen.
Straightening my shoulders, I began to creep over to
the door, where I held my breath as I scanned my card. Would it work? Nothing I
owned seemed to anymore. A quiet snick sounded as the lock opened. Wow. Guess they hadn’t figured out how
to deactivate my card yet.
I slipped inside and leaned against the wall for a
moment. Enjoying being out of the crisp night air finally. I’d been waiting
outside the rear of the hospital, away from all the media, until I heard the
Russian on the phone saying he was bringing Zeck here. I’d rushed over here and managed to arrive just as they’d been entering.
What do I do now?
Change room.
It’ll be warm and out of the way. I can have a hot
shower and think about what to do. And you never know, my luck might change and Issy might be in there. I really, really wanted to
put that bitch in her place.
****
Issy
Walking from Brian’s office, my mind spun as I
attempted to process what I’d just agreed to. I needed to clean out my locker.
As I made my way across the main floor toward the change rooms, I looked around
at all the stations. My heart ached at leaving. I’d learned so much here,
discovered a whole new side of myself. This club would always be special to me.
I was extremely grateful Monsieur Brian had made sure I understood I was always
welcome to come back. But until Monique was found and dealt with, I was going
to be lying low. I shook my head. Never in a million years did I think I’d be
going on tour with a world famous band. And I was going to get paid to look
after cute little Grace, too. Life was looking up.
However, I was still torn. Being with Zeck meant the media would take even more of an interest
opened my mouth to beg, but Jas cut me off.
“Actually, Phillip and I were going to talk to you
both about this. Issy , you are a nanny yes? If you
had employment your visa could be extended?”
“Theoretically, yes. What are you thinking?”
A grin stretched my face while my blood heated with
excitement. The solution was obvious.
“You can nanny Grace! That’s perfect, Jas! The rest of
the tour is going to be so busy, Ashlyn will be forced to do a lot with Grace
on her own without Dillon. You could help her. You’d get paid and be able to
stay with me. What do you say?”
Issy looked straight into my
gaze, and my heart dropped at the seriousness I saw. Would she say no? Had I
misread her feelings for me?
“Why do you want me to come with you on tour? Is it
only my safety that you’re worried about?”
I took a deep breath and eyed Jas and Brian.
“Don’t suppose you two could step out for a minute?”
The pair snickered as they nodded and left the room.
Unable to stand the distance between us, I moved to kneel in front of her.
“Baby, honestly, I’m not sure where we’re going to end
up, but I adore you. I love having you around, and I’m not ready to let you go.
Ashlyn needing help with Grace is merely a convenient way to keep you close to
me, because I can’t handle you leaving me, at least not yet. I can’t deny that
keeping you safe is high on my list of worries, but that’s because I care about
you and want you safe. I’m pretty sure I’ll always worry about that when it
comes to you.”
****
Monique
Pulling my jacket around me tighter, I stayed in the
shadows at the side of the parking lot. Rage had my vision tunneled on the door
of the club. The door that Zeck and his little slut
had just gone through. If they hadn’t had that big Russian bastard with them,
I’d have jumped them and dealt with the little tart already.
It was all her fault. I couldn’t go to my apartment,
or my sister’s place. Everyone was now on the lookout for me so they could turn
me over to the police. I shook my head. What a load of bullshit. It was only a
couple of photos. A grin pulled at my lips. A couple of photos that had paid
very well. If only I could get to the bank to access the funds. My damn accounts
had been frozen.
Straightening my shoulders, I began to creep over to
the door, where I held my breath as I scanned my card. Would it work? Nothing I
owned seemed to anymore. A quiet snick sounded as the lock opened. Wow. Guess they hadn’t figured out how
to deactivate my card yet.
I slipped inside and leaned against the wall for a
moment. Enjoying being out of the crisp night air finally. I’d been waiting
outside the rear of the hospital, away from all the media, until I heard the
Russian on the phone saying he was bringing Zeck here. I’d rushed over here and managed to arrive just as they’d been entering.
What do I do now?
Change room.
It’ll be warm and out of the way. I can have a hot
shower and think about what to do. And you never know, my luck might change and Issy might be in there. I really, really wanted to
put that bitch in her place.
****
Issy
Walking from Brian’s office, my mind spun as I
attempted to process what I’d just agreed to. I needed to clean out my locker.
As I made my way across the main floor toward the change rooms, I looked around
at all the stations. My heart ached at leaving. I’d learned so much here,
discovered a whole new side of myself. This club would always be special to me.
I was extremely grateful Monsieur Brian had made sure I understood I was always
welcome to come back. But until Monique was found and dealt with, I was going
to be lying low. I shook my head. Never in a million years did I think I’d be
going on tour with a world famous band. And I was going to get paid to look
after cute little Grace, too. Life was looking up.
However, I was still torn. Being with Zeck meant the media would take even more of an interest
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