Chapter 33

THIRTY-THREE

I 'm tired, only having a few hours of sleep, but I don't want to lounge in bed all day. We have things to do. Luckily, the staff isn't in yet, so I drink my tea in the kitchen in peace, smiling at the flowers filling the entire space.

There are so many of them now, they cover every surface. Maybe it's selfish to keep them, but I can't bring myself to part with them when they turn up every day. Leaning forward, I trace a few petals with a soft smile.

"Morning, sweetheart. Did today's delivery come?" He gestures at the fresh bouquet on the table, and I nod.

He kisses me as he walks past. "You must have a whole supplier for them," I tease.

"True. They were hard to find, but it worked out." He heads my way, sitting next to me in his boxers and drinking his coffee—Kage's only vice except for me.

He pulls his phone out and types away on it as I sip my tea.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he stares at his phone. He turns it to me, and I see camera feeds. I frown, realizing they are in his house.

"Checking on Ice and making sure she isn't lonely," he replies without a hint of embarrassment. I hide my smile behind my cup as I watch him. "I had Elijah check on her last night, but I wanted to make sure."

What is it about a hot guy caring about animals that makes women weak?

He lifts his head like he feels me watching, arching one eyebrow, so I force my thoughts in another direction, since my pussy is still sore after last night. Tracing a petal on a flower, I tilt my head. "You never told me about the blue color."

He puts his phone down and lifts my legs onto his lap. One hand massages my calves as he sips his coffee. He always reaches for me, as if he needs to be touching me at all times. I don't think he even realizes he does it, and I'll admit I like it. He anchors me, keeping me in this world when I would easily fall into the darkness that lives within me. His touch is a reminder that he's here and he loves me, that he'll protect me and fight off my nightmares.

"You were wearing that same shade of blue when we first met," he answers, watching me with a soft grin.

Frowning, I look at the flower and then him. "No, I wasn't. I was wearing gold at the awards show."

His smile only grows, reaching his eyes. "That wasn't the first time we met."

My heart skips a beat as I stare into his handsome face. "I'm a bitch, but I would have remembered you."

"Hmm, I was younger then, no one important. I was a nobody. You were a star—untouchable and beautiful," he explains as my frown deepens. "You were young, and I was barely eighteen. I ran into you by accident on a street in London. I was job hunting, needing something to put food on the table, and I accidently bumped into you when I rushed past you, hurrying to an interview. I hit the ground hard. Everyone around me, all your security and fans, started to shout at me and got angry, but you just turned toward me with a smile on your face, then you looked down at me and offered me your hand. It was nothing to you, just a nicety, but that hand was the first to reach for me in the dark. I took it and got to my feet, and you helped straighten my cheap suit. You wished me good luck after I explained I was late for an interview. You even asked what it was for. Hell, I couldn't even remember my own name after looking into your face. I said it didn't matter, and you told me it should matter, that I should only run and chase after something I want—something I'm passionate about, like you with music."

My heart freezes in my chest as he smiles lovingly.

"You were right. I was just wandering until that point, not even thinking about my future because I didn't think I had one. After one run-in with you, I wanted to be better. I wanted to be someone who could be worthy of the look you gave me—worthy of you. You had on this long, blue silk dress. I remember it so clearly. We were kids, Fallon, but you looked like you had it all figured out. You were on top of the world, and I was at the bottom, but you looked at me like I meant something. You wanted me when nobody else did."

"I don't remember," I whisper in shame.

"Fallon." He takes my hand and kisses it. "I didn't expect you to remember me. That meeting might have changed my life, but you have changed a lot of lives. I don't hold it against you. I'm honored just to be with you now and know you're mine. It doesn't matter that you don't remember. It was a passing moment for you, but for me, it changed my life. It gave me you. Honestly, it might be insane, but I've been obsessed with you from that very moment. Even when I forced my way into the music industry, it was for you. I wanted to show you I could and that I was worth it. That soon changed, though, because then I wanted to protect and love you."

My heart clenches at his earnest confession. He's so fucking crazy, but he's so kind to me. Every other hand that has ever been offered to me came with anger and pain, while his is filled with nothing but love and obsession.

He would never hurt or leave me.

He's the first person who hasn't hurt me.

"Without you, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have any money, music, or a future. I wouldn't have you. That's why when I tell you my life is yours, I mean it. You made me, Fallon. I built it all for you, so tear it down if you want to. I don't care. It's yours," he promises as he kisses my hand. "To everyone else, I'm a rock star, but to you, I'm yours."

"You're insane," I murmur, but it's more like a love confession than an insult. He did all this for me after meeting me for two minutes? My ex-husband wouldn't even be seen at my side at awards shows after being together for years, and my father wouldn't even protect me although he was my dad, yet this man, this stranger, changed his entire life to be in mine.

How could I not love him?

It might be toxic, but I don't fucking care.

He stares at me with those dark eyes and kisses my hand again. "I can wait. Don't rush to tell me." The bastard grins. "I'm not going anywhere."

Isn't that the truth?

Although everyone else in my life has walked away from me, I know Kage never will.

He'll stay until the very end.

He'll make them all liars.

"I think I'll need a greenhouse soon," I say with a laugh, needing to change the subject before I cry or worse—tell him how I feel. That's something entirely more terrifying.

He grins. "Then I'll build you one," he murmurs as he lifts my bare leg, my robe parting as he presses a kiss to my leg and lowers to his knees.

"What are you doing?" I ask as he yanks my chair closer and runs his nose up my leg.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm having breakfast." He smirks.

"The staff will be here soon." I gasp as he pushes my robe open and rubs his nose over my pussy.

"Then they will see me worshiping my girl." He shrugs, throwing my leg over his arm to give him better access.

I should protest, but I widen my legs, leaning back.

I'm unable to say no to him, especially when I want him just as much.

Sensing I'm sore, he softly brushes his lips across my clit and pussy, teasing me with little kisses that slowly wind me up. The gradual, burning desire has me sighing in ecstasy as I lean into my chair while his fingers tease my hole, shallowly fucking me.

His hands slide up my robe and parts it, revealing my body to his hungry gaze. He slowly glides his lips up along my stomach, his touch possessive and tender.

I watch him reach up to the table and grab one of the flowers he sent me. He turns his head and kisses it before dragging it up my body.

Kage runs the soft petals across my nipples, making me gasp as they tighten and tingle at the touch. I watch silently as he runs the flower down my abdomen to my pussy and gently teases it over my clit.

He drives me mad. The pressure isn't enough, yet my hips tilt anyway, and pleasure rolls through me as his fingers continue their slow assault.

He watches me the entire time, obsession and love in his dark eyes. "So beautiful," he murmurs. "My beautiful ice queen."

"Kage," I whisper.

Pressing the flower harder against my clit, he rubs it faster, and despite being sore and tired, I explode again with a whine.

He pulls the wet flower away and kisses my clit before sliding up my body. Kage brushes the flower across my lips before pressing his lips to mine. "I love you, Fallon. I have since I was eighteen years old. I will love you until I'm eighty, until the day I die. I'll spend every single day loving you, and I'll die with a smile on my face knowing we will meet each other in our next life because our souls were born to be together. We are a forever kind of thing."

As I stare into his eyes, I realize I'm starting to believe him.