Even though I only went to bed at three am., I wake up at six, knowing thereâs a lot to do today before the guests arrive.
I stretch out beneath the covers, and turning my head, itâs to see Gabriel sitting in the armchair, already dressed for work.
He looks heartbreakingly attractive in a three-piece, midnight blue suit.
I quickly sit up. âDid you sleep at all?â
He stares at me until I feel self-conscious about my bed hair and morning breath. Finally, he shakes his head as he rises to his feet. âIâll arrange extra guards to accompany you today. Do everything they say and be on guard at all times. Try to make the shopping trip as quick as possible.â
âOkay.â
He comes to the side of the bed, and reaching a hand out to me, he cups my cheek. The touch is tender as his eyes rest on me with worry.
âI donât have to go,â I murmur, not wanting to add to his stress.
His thumb brushes over my skin. âI donât want you living like a prisoner. Youâve had that for twenty-two years, and I wonât add to it.â When he leans over me, I quickly hold my breath. He presses a soft kiss to my lips, then pulls back and gives me a questioning look. âHow did you do it, Lara?â
Lifting my hand, I place it over his. âDo what?â
âHow did you bewitch me?â
I wish I knew because then Iâd keep doing it.
A smile curves my lips as I admit, âI donât know, but Iâm happy I did.â
Some of the tension leaves his face, and he leans forward again to press a kiss on the top of my head. âHave a good day, Ãdülüm.â
I love hearing him call me his reward. It makes my heart melt.
âYou too.â
I watch as Gabriel leaves the room before I climb out of bed and get ready for the day.
Wearing black jeans and a cream silk blouse, Iâve put on black ballet flats to match the outfit.
When I open my bedroom door, Muratâs leaning against the wall, already waiting for me. He lifts an eyebrow at me. âI hear weâre going shopping today?â
I nod, a smile tugging at my mouth. âIt will be quick. I promise.â
He walks with me to the kitchen, then asks, âWhat time do you want to leave?â
âAfter breakfast?â
âIâll get the men ready.â
When Murat leaves, Nisa, whoâs been watching us, asks, âWhere are you going?â
âRemember I told you I wanted to get Alya Hanim a gift? Gabriel gave his permission.â
âWhen did he do this? The man hasnât been home.â
I wonder what to say, and not wanting to keep lying, I murmur, âThis morning.â
Surprise flutters over her features. âHe was home?â
âHe didnât get any sleep, though,â I voice my worry. âHeâs working really hard.â
Unlike Tymon, who sat around all day barking orders while hurting and killing people.
I shove the memory away as quickly as it popped into my head and get to work. Iâve been making a conscious effort to not think about Tymon and what heâs done to me.
I canât change my past, but it doesnât mean I have to think about it all the time and let it sour my future.
Once weâre done having breakfast, Murat walks with me to the SUV weâll use. Iâm surprised when I see nine other men waiting for us.
I expected one or two guards, not a whole crowd.
âSo many guards?â I gasp.
âGabriel Bey just wants to make sure youâre safe. You wonât even know theyâre there,â Murat informs me.
Ten guards. You only have so many to protect something you think is really precious.
Swallowing hard on the emotion the realization stirs in my chest, I climb into the back of the SUV. We leave the property in an entourage of four vehicles, making me feel like Iâm someone of importance.
Murat glances in the rearview mirror. âWhat do you want to buy for Alya Hanim?â
âA vase so she can have flowers in her sitting room?â
He nods. âSounds good.â
The other guard, Daniel, keeps quiet, but heâs constantly searching our surroundings for a threat, and itâs making me nervous.
Murat parks the car near the mallâs entrance, and Iâm ushered out of the vehicle and into the building so fast that Iâm out of breath.
With Murat next to me, Daniel in front of me, and the other guards spread out around us, I walk to the nearest ATM so I can check my bank balance.
When I get the little slip with the information on it, my eyebrows draw together. âThis canât be right.â
âWhat?â Murat asks, leaning closer.
I show him the piece of paper. âThereâs too much money.â
âPut your card in again.â
I do as he says, and I watch as he presses another button making the machine produce another slip of paper. Looking at it, Murat shows me the transactions. âLook, thereâs the incoming transfer from Demir Group Int.â
My eyes widen. âGabriel gave me all this money?â
âYes.â Murat hands me the slip, then nudges my lower back. âLetâs move. We canât stay in one place for too long.â
Stunned out of my mind that Gabriel gave me twenty thousand dollars, I walk in a daze until Murat tugs me into a store.
âWhat about this vase?â he asks.
I focus my attention on the beautiful navy, turquoise, and red vase, the mosaic patterns forming a ten-pointed star.
âI think Alya Hanim will like it. Right?â
âDefinitely. She loves blue,â Murat agrees.
He calls a store assistant closer and asks for the vase to be packaged. When Iâm standing at the counter to pay for my purchase, I glance around at all the pretty items, thinking Iâd like to get Gabriel a gift to say thank you for everything heâs done for me.
Glancing up at Murat, I ask, âWhat do you think Gabriel would like?â
He lets out a chuckle. âNothing in here.â
âA tie?â
He shakes his head. âHe gets plenty of those from Nisa Hanim and Alya Hanim.â
After Iâve paid for the vase, Murat carries the bag as we walk from store to store, looking for something Gabriel might like.
As we pass a boutique, a dress in the window display catches my eyes. I stop for a moment to admire the shimmering silver gown. With a low neckline, the material is folded softly around the front. The back is exposed, and it would stop right above my butt.
I wish I could wear something like this but wonât dare with the scars on my back.
âDo you like it?â Murat asks.
I nod. âBut Iâll never wear something like this. Itâs beautiful, though.â
Continuing my search, I finally find a store that looks like it caters to men. There are cigar boxes that I avoid.
I stop in front of a display case. There are beautiful pens encased in wooden boxes. One draws my attention, and I ask the man behind the counter, âCan I see the gold fountain pen?â
He places the rectangular box on top of the display case, and I stare at all the tiny watch mechanisms in the middle of the pen.
âHeâd like that,â Murat agrees.
I check the price tag and almost swallow my tongue.
Holy crap.
Muratâs phone rings, and as he takes the call, I stare at the fountain pen.
Itâs five thousand, four hundred and ninety-nine dollars. Thatâs a lot of money. My teeth worry on my bottom lip.
The money in my account came from Gabriel, so it wouldnât be a bad thing to spend it on him. Right?
I glance at Murat, who seems to be on a serious call, so I canât ask for his advice.
I look at the pen again, and really wanting to give Gabriel something back, I decide to get it. âIâll take it,â I inform the man.
My stomach starts to spin like crazy as I watch the store assistant close the beautiful wooden box the pen comes in. When I have to pay, my hand trembles.
Itâs for Gabriel.
I swipe the card and enter my pin just as Murat joins me again. âReady to head home?â
As I carefully take the package from the cashier, I press it to my chest, ready to guard it with my life.
I nod quickly. âYes, letâs hurry.â
So I can hide the gift safely under my bed until I can give it to Gabriel.