Say You're Mine (The Gallaghers Book 1) by Layla Hagen (comprehension books .txt) 📕

in her personally, and Sasha insisted she was good at her job.

I looked straight at her, determined to keep my voice low but strong and clear.

“You’re fired.”

She blinked. “What? You can’t do that. The tour season is about to start.”

“We’ll manage without you.”

“You’re not—”

“Effective immediately. Leave the premises right now. If you don’t go willingly, I’ll ask security to escort you. You don’t want the cameras outside to catch that, do you?”

Her glare was icy. “You’re going to regret this.”

I waved at Sasha, who was still talking to the guys. She came over to us right away.

“Sasha, I fired Lilian, effective immediately.”

Sasha’s eyes widened, but she didn’t contradict me. She knew better.

“Make sure she leaves the premises right away.”

With that, I left the bar area, looking around the room for Isabelle. Remembering she’d gone to the bathroom, I headed that way too. I waited for her outside the corridor leading to the back where the amenities were. No one stopped me to chat on the way, which was a miracle. Then again, most guests were already in party mode.

Five minutes passed, then ten. What the hell is taking them so long?

When Cami and Isabelle finally emerged, they looked at me in surprise.

“Someone’s been missing you,” Cami said. “You can tell me about the second meditation technique later. And I want to buy one of those journals you make.”

“No, no. You’re my friend. Friends don’t pay. I’ll make one for you.”

Cami smiled. “Thank you.” Patting my shoulder, she added, “I love her. And now I’ll leave you two. Don’t want to be a third wheel.”

As Cami left, Isabelle and I moved a few feet away so we wouldn’t be in the way of traffic.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“Cami said they’re trying to get pregnant, and it’s not going as smoothly as they hoped.”

“I know. Thomas mentioned it a few times.”

“She’s experiencing anxiety, and I explained an easy meditation technique. I’m going to make a journal for her. I’ll need to talk to her in more detail about everything though.”

I couldn’t believe she was thinking about how to best help Cami even though she’d been so shaken before by Lilian.

“I fired Lilian,” I said without further ado.

“What? Why?”

“She told me about your conversation, and I don’t tolerate that behavior.”

Her eyes widened, and she clasped her bag tighter. “Brayden... you didn’t have to fire her. She’s doing a good job.”

“I don’t care. No one treats you like that and remains unpunished.” I took one step closer, until I was right in her personal space. “We need to clarify a few things.”

“Like what?”

“Like the fact that you’re mine, and everything that being mine entails.” I skimmed my fingers along her jaw, moving lower to her neck. She exhaled sharply, parting her lips. “But I want us to be alone for that conversation. We’ve stayed at this event long enough. It’s time to go.”

***

Paul took us directly to the Waldorf Astoria. We didn’t speak at all in the car; I didn’t want to have to filter what I was about to tell her because we weren’t alone.

A bellhop opened the door to the car, leading us straight up to our room. It was on the top floor. Because the elevator was room-keyed to take one party at a time, we didn’t need extra security. The suite had a bedroom and a living room, complete with a couch, a dining table, and a desk. The bellhop started pointing out the different amenities, but I cut him short, ready to be with my girl.

“Thank you, we’re good.” I tipped him generously, and the second he left, I focused on Isabelle. She was standing in front of the desk with her back to me.

I went to her, clasping our fingers together, kissing her neck and shoulder.

“About those things we need to clarify,” I began, determined to have this conversation before I lost my head.

She half turned her head, pressing her back against me.

“You and I are together in everything, Isabelle, do you understand? Everything. Don’t push me out.”

She turned around slowly. “I wasn’t trying to.”

“But you did it.”

“I’m not sure why I didn’t come clean about it. I wanted to tell you about it but didn’t want to ruin the party. You were so happy. I wanted to protect you. You don’t have to fire her. I can handle Lilian.”

“You don’t have to handle her at all. Anyone hurts you, I remove them. Simple as that. You just need to tell me.”

The corners of her mouth tilted up. “Sounds easy enough.”

“It is. I mean it, Isabelle. I’m crazy about you. I want to give you the world, and I am in a position to do that.”

I captured her mouth, kissing her until she went soft in my arms. I lowered my hand to her hips, lifting her dress slowly, enjoying how the rhythm of her breath changed.

When I reached the bare skin of her outer thighs, she moaned against my mouth, lacing her fingers at the back of my neck. I moved one hand to her ass, squeezing it. Fuck, she was too delicious, too perfect. I’d barely touched her and I already had a hard-on.

I remembered the zipper of her dress was on the left side and lowered it in one swift move. I tugged at her dress, and so did she until it fell to the floor. The sight of her naked breasts drove me insane. She stepped out of it, pushing it away with her foot. She still had those sexy-as-hell heels on.

“Best fucking part of this dress,” I said.

“What?”

“You don’t need a bra with it.”

She threw her head back, laughing, but the sounds turned to moans when I drew circles with my fingers around one nipple. Dipping my head, I traced the tip of my tongue around the other one. She gasped, rolling her hips forward, tugging at my hair. I loved how fast I could bring her to the edge, and that she wasn’t ashamed of expressing herself.

I lowered myself even