Two days later, Blaze found himself in front of a full-length mirror in the walk-in closet, adjusting his tie as he prepared to leave for his company. Savannah, standing next to him, stepped in and expertly fixed it for him, her fingers lingering on the fabric for just a moment. Before she could pull away, Blaze wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her in close.
"I could stay here with you all day, Ana," he whispered, his voice low and inviting.
Savannah raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful look. "You're their leader. You can't just take days off for me," she teased. "That would set a bad example."
Blaze grinned, tightening his grip on her. "This is how my woman deserves to be treated," he replied, his voice filled with determination. "No matter what I do for you, it always feels like it's never enough."
Savannah wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers toying with the hair at the back of his head. A mischievous smile danced on her lips. "Then show me," she challenged him.
Without a moment's hesitation, Blaze leaned in, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss that quickly deepened into something more—something raw, consuming, and utterly irresistible. The air between them turned feverish as their hands explored, their bodies pressing closer, and soon enough, their clothes were forgotten, discarded onto the floor of their walk-in closet.
An hour and a half later, Savannah stood outside the grand mansion, saying goodbye to Blaze as he slipped into his sleek black car. She crossed her arms, watching intently until his vehicle vanished from view.
Now on her own, she scanned the expansive yard, her keen eyes searching for something—or someone. A flicker of unease washed over her, but when she saw nothing, she turned and headed toward the patio, hoping they would show up soon.
Once inside, she was greeted by a familiar sight. Her painting canvas, along with brushes and a fresh set of paints, was all set up and waiting for her. A small smile tugged at her lips. Feeling her heart warm at the sight of this calm place.
Without wasting a moment, she grabbed a brush and let herself dive into her artistic world. Time slipped away unnoticed as she became completely absorbed in her painting. Hours flew by, the daylight shifting into golden hues as the sun began to set.
At some point, food was brought to her, but she barely registered the server's presence. It wasn't Elijah. She could tell the moment they stepped close. One step was all it took for her to know if it was him or not. And since it wasn't, she didn't bother looking up.
She worked tirelessly, losing herself in every stroke and every shade of color, until the sun dipped below the horizon and night settled in.
Her painting was nearly finished now. A vast, dense forest sprawled across the canvas, the towering trees casting eerie shadows, and in the center stood a lone, small figure. Savannah stared at it, her mind drifting to a distant, painful place when a voice suddenly snapped her back.
"I see you're still being stubborn with your food."
She turned her head and spotted Elijah standing beside her. His expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.
Savannah didn't say a word, which was out of character for her. Elijah could immediately tell that something wasn't right.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice softer this time.
Instead of responding right away, Savannah shifted to the right side of the bench, silently inviting him to sit down. Elijah paused for a moment, then accepted the unspoken offer. His eyes drifted to the painting, taking it in before returning to her.
"I guess, you went to see that person," he said quietly, reaching for a brush tohelp her finish.
Savannah's fingers tightened around hers before she finally spoke, her voice softer than usual. "Can I trust you?"
Elijah froze for a moment. He turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of her profile, searching for something in her expression.
"You can," he said finally. "But…" He hesitated, taking a breath before adding, "I'm loyal to my boss. Just so you know."
Savannah stayed silent, her focus on the brush in her hand. She gave a small nod before whispering, "I understand, Eli."
The nickname caught him off guard. Something in the way she said it did something to him, made his resolve shift just a little.
"I'm loyal to you too," Elijah added, his voice low but steady. "And that includes telling you the truth."
Savannah's hand paused mid-stroke. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself to finally ask the question that had been gnawing at her for far too long, the one she had been too scared to say out loud until now.
"Whe-" Her voice wavered, and it hit Elijah hard in ways he wasn't ready for.
This was the first time he had ever seen her like this-so vulnerable, so fragile, yet trying so hard to hold herself together.
But deep down, he knew she had to ask. And he knew she deserved a real answer.
Her lips parted once more, and this time, the words tumbled out.
"Where's my son?"
The silence that followed was thick and suffocating.
Elijah had seen this question coming.
And now, he had no choice but to face it.
Author's Note :
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