Yours To Keep

Naomi

Sterling. That fucking bastard won't get out of my mind. My mind goes to him every second, the way his eyes locked with mine, his deep voice, his big hands, oh god, those hands and what they did to me. The veins on his arms, geez, I need to stop fantasizing about him right now! My little crush on Sterling Reed has to end.

I take another cigarette out and grab my phone ready to delete his number when a text pops onto my screen.

Hey, just checking to see if I have the right number and if dinner's still up tomorrow.

My heart is beating fast and all of the ideas I had of telling him to fuck off or pretend this wasn't the right number disappear. I know I need to put everything on the table with Sterling. We see each other at least once a year.

This is absolutely the right number, I did not blow you off. Dinner still up.

Good to know. Good night Naomi.

I smile like a teenager, I'm twenty-six for fuck's sake.

Night Sterling.

I check my emails before going to bed and a reminder pops into the screen, with all that has happened in the last days I totally forgot about my week off in the South of France. I shut my laptop but not before adding another reminder for some online vacation shopping.

What the hell. My phone doesn't stop ringing. I tap my hand all over my nightstand trying to find it with closed eyes but fail at it, I groan and open my eyes "What?" I murmur as I pick the phone not even bothering to see the ID "My water just broke," my sister shouts over the phone "What?" I shout back and sit on the bed "Naoms, you need to get your ass here, Oliver's taking me to the hospital," she says and I get out of bed "Okay, did you call Mi?" I search for my Airport outfits "Yes, she's on her way as well," I start to take my PJs out "Okay, calm down, I'll hop on the next plane." I check the time on my phone, 4 in the morning. I'll have to text Sterling letting him know I won't make to dinner tonight.

Hey, Kate's water just broke. I'm on my way to Washington. Can we reschedule?

I grab one of my packed suitcases and start to look for plane tickets after calling an Uber.

Do you have a ticket already?

He texts back, what is he doing up so early? Shit, Oliver must have called him as well.

Nope, working on it.

My phone rings right after I hit send.

"Where are you?" Sterling's voice makes me shiver, so hot. Focus Naomi!

"I'm in an Uber on my way to LAX," I murmur.

"Tell the driver to pull over right now," he orders.

"Excuse me?" I snort.

"Tell him to pull over and tell me where you are, I'm picking you up," I hear the sound of keys.

"And do what? Fly me to Washington?" I chuckle.

"Yes, now tell him to pull over Naomi!" he hangs up.

What the actual fuck? I find myself saying the driver to pull over and text Sterling. In five minutes he parks the car in front of me and tells me to get in. He gets out of the car and puts my suitcase on the truck of his Audi "I really don't have time for your shit right now," I say as I buckle up "I'm taking you to Washington," he says calmly "Oh really?" I can be very sarcastic and ironic when I'm mad, he gives me a warning look but I ignore it. He lights a cigar and looks ahead "We're flying there on my jet," he announces "Excuse me, what?" I look at him as we drive through the sunrise "You heard me, we're taking the jet." He parks the car and gets out, I follow him still confused.