RedNovelI Need to Hear It
F*ROMANY**
*He said keep your eyes closed, so you really should do it!*
*But what if he's hurt?
*What if those gunshots were-*
The sound of the door unlatching on my right is so surprising that I let loose with a short scream.
"Doll?" Mickey's voice breaks through like sunshine splitting the black clouds of a storm.
"Mickey..." | whisper, relief settling my bones as | feel him climb back into the SUV and lock the door. "I heard
gunshots," | say, opening my eyes, despite that he has yet to grantpermission.
My first sight of him is somewhat blurry, so | rub my eyes a little and blink a few times to focus. He's leaning
back against the seat with his body angled in my direction and his legs spread wide enough forto climb
between. And *God* how | want to, but he's still wearing that look. The one that says he's closed himself off.
"Where are we?" | ask, taking a quick look out of the front and side windows to see nothing but green. We seem
to be parked beneath a couple of beautifully groomed willow trees, with branches that fall like curtains all around
us, and a gap for an opening at the rear of the vehicle. Beyond that though, | can see the pathway that curves
toward Alex's back patio, and the man made hill that the pool is built against. "We're at the back of the estate.
Where the Box is located," Mickey informs me, his face carefully blank. "Kale was overdue for a visit."
| almost smile at that. "The Box?" | remember vaguely hearing Mickey tell Tiny to place Enzo in the Box that day
he tried to shoot me. "Where you were keeping Enzo?"
"That's right," Mickey says absently. "It's where we hold all the trash we collect until it's disposed of. No one that
isn't intimately involved is ever allowed back here. The regular house staff are made to understand this
immediately before being hired. They are warned *never* to even *accidentally* wander in this direction. Doing
so is always considered a threat and is acted upon immediately by any man stationed on this side of the
property. They already know what the consequences are."
"lI was never *made* to understand *any* of that!" | quip sharply.
Mickey flashes a quick grin. "It was probably somewhere in that fucked up contract that you signed with Alex."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"He *never* made that part clear!" | complain, getting heated. "In fact, | almost expressly remember him telling
Again Mickey smiles, his eyes shuttering. "I'm sure if you had happened upon the box and been detained
because of it, you would have becthe exception to the rule." He loses his smile and his eyes dance around
my face. "Even the Professor was kept there for a while."
My head jerks in his direction. *Matthew? Is he talking about Matthew?*
The sparkling green of his irises seem to have regained sof their vibrance with that admission and the
relaxed state of his muscles tellsthat the tension he was carrying before is near forgotten.
Without missing a beat, | say, "It was you at that restaurant that day. You're the reason Matthew called me,
aren't you?"
He doesn't confirm it, but there's a sudden sadness in his eyes that | don't rightly understand. "He'll never hurt
another female again, | promise."
Just like that | know that Matthew is gone and although | know | shouldn't, | feel cheated. "I wish | would have
been allowed to see him one last time."
Mickey immediately tenses, jerking forward and away from the backseat when he does. "What in the fuck for?"
My lips slowly begin to stretch into a somewhat sadistic smile and | shrug. "I'm supposed to be the maid and |
think | might have thoroughly enjoyed my work that day."
The laugh that escapes him is immediate and carefree, lighting his face in the sexiest way imaginable and I'm
suddenly reminded that he's got a girl waiting for him at the airport.
| chew on my lip, lowering my gaze to the floorboard and his cleverly polished shoes. "There's no Maldives for us
after all, | guess."
Mickey huffs a quick breath and | watch his fists tighten in his lap as he studies me. "Don't do this to me, Doll.
You know how | feel about you. Don't use it against me."
| gaze up to find him staring atso intensely that fire starts to bloom in my chest. I've always been blown
away by Mickey and his intensity. The weight of his gaze alone is no small thing. His is woeful and dark, the
vibrant jungle green of his irises naught but a simple thread around the black abyss of their forbearing pupils.
There aren't any lines around his eyes. No crow's feet, nor smile lines. He's perfect... and try as | might | cannot
think of one single reason why someone as handsand as confident as I've known him to be - even as he
probably was four years ago - would have opted for hanging back in the shadows and playing phantom, to
engineering a way to get introduced.
| mean... there are so many different things he could have done to get my attention. Stepping out into the light
for instance, then maybe waltzing directly into my path. | can pretty much guarantee that if he had shown me
even a fraction of what he was feeling back then, | would have probably fallen head over heels in love with him
right from the start.
Why? Because as ridiculously flattering as it is to be told that you have been the star of someone's fantasy for
years, it is ultimately more magical to have a man like him - someone ruthless and powerful and so completely
out of reach - swoop into your life and do what he has done forsince the very moment | met him in Alex's
dining
room.
Obsess. Protect. Consider. Romance. Even beg.
And oh my God how | needed that back then!
"Tell me," | whisper, watching as his chest begins to rise and fall erratically. "How do you feel about me? | want to
hear it."
He huffs, dropping his gaze and leaning forward in his seat to balance his elbows on his knees and glare at the
ground. His jaw is working overtas he keeps his head hung in defeat. "I have to go, Doll. I-"
"Tell me!" | snap. "I get it, you're leaving. | know you're marrying that fat bastard's daughter so that you can
protectfrom what you've done. But | need to hear it and if you don't tell*right now* how you feel, then |
won't ever believe it was true."
Finally his head jerks up and his eyes fall overso slowly | can almost feel their heat. When he speaks his
voice sounds breathless and haunted, "I'm in love with you, Doll. Always have been."
My heart thunders and fresh tears burn behind my eyes. Looking at him after what he's just confessed, sends me
down a tunnel of mixed grief and despair. Not because he's in love with me, of course not! But because he's
been one hundred and fifty percent straight withfrom the very fucking beginning. | never have to wonder if
he's thinking about me, never have to worry about seeing him with the new secretary or the old secretary or the
waitress or the maid! And now I'm going to lose him to a rapist's daughter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe's always been all aboutand just now... the sadness in his eyes... it's crippling.
"Mickey..." | whimper, | can't help myself, the tears have collected and burned, evaporated and dried, and now -
maybe because I've been fighting them back on repeat - they're reinforced... so yeah... they're basically holding
"Doll..." he whispers, but he doesn't reach forand that in and of itself speaks like nothing else ever has.
"Don't do it," | squawk, sputtering as my pain begins to rain down from both eye lids. "Don't you dare!"
| want to grab him! | want to leap forward and wrap myself around him, hold on for dear life and refuse to let him
go... but I don't, because | WILL NOT add the memory of his pushingaway to my already panicked heart.
"Don't do what, doll?" he chokes out, and as my tears begin to fall a bit, | can see his hands flex and unflex, as if
they are fighting not to touch me. A defeated breath stutters into my chest as my gaze wanders from his hands
to his thighs and | note the sthing happening with his muscles *everywhere.*
He wants to give in. He wants to...
Con Ro... stop being a chicken shit!
Either grow the fuck up and put yourself on the line for him or cluck, cluck, and flap your wings.
He gives his all and you give... blow jobs...
Fuck! Okay Shit!
If Mickey had just ignored his bosses years ago, then | might never have tumbled into
the dark of the path | was on when | crashed into Alex's lifestyle. We might have actually been together. | would
have treasured this man! | know that | would have!
I know | DO!!! But... does HE know?
It is tto tell him then and damn the consequences.
*Fuck it, here goes nothing.*
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