Denied by Destiny Trapped in the Shadows of the Mate Bond novel Chapter 363

“What’s going on?” I asks as I walk past Knox’s motorbike towards them.

“Change of plan.” Knox’s eyes scan the length of me before he bites down on his bottom lip, my heart racing from his reaction at seeing me.

Will it always be like this, will it always be this lustful, I think it will be. He himself looked drop dead fuckable.

He wasn’t wearing his leathers for his bike, but he was wearing black jeans, a white shirt and a herringbone grey jacket. He looked good in anything, and my lower core throbs just from the sight of him.

Judging by his clothing and the different vehicle keys in his hands…something had changed between him leaving to get ready and me meeting him out the front.

“I thought we were going for a ride?”

“It’s too risky, I need eyes on you.” Dad states, my eyes casting to the second SUV…before I realise it isn’t empty.

My stomach sinks as the realisation dawns on me of why the vehicle choice has changed.

“You can’t be serious?” He wants a detail of security to follow us, actual protection level.

“I’ve booked you in to one of Jude’s restaurants in the city.”

The whole point of the ride was to get away and have a private conversation…just the two of us. Not only will others be listening, they will also be watching. It’s not even as if they can’t listen…they will have been commanded to. This is the opposite of low key and private.

“With eyes on?” I give Dad a pointed look.

“It’s this or takeaway here?” He returns my pointed look with his own, his always winning.

“But do we need the extra attendees?” I gesture my head to the SUV full of warriors. Surely turning up with them will turn more heads than if we just slip into the restaurant.

“We are on lock down. Technically you shouldn’t be going out, but I trust Knox to keep you safe. The warriors will blend in, as will Jude’s.”

“This…I thought we were going on a bike ride. I don’t expect you to take me out for dinner.”

“Why would I not want to take you out for dinner?” He looks at me perplexed, as if he’s never had commitment issues in the past few weeks.

“Knox?” I give him a look as I cross my arms in front of my chest and kick my hip out slightly.

“Look at you, you’re stunning…why would I not want to take you out to dinner. Why would I not want the world to see who you belong to…because you do…you belong to me. You’re mine Red.”

“Knox!” I roll my eyes, shaking my head at his playfulness.

But he does something, something I’m not ready for. He turns to me, complete seriousness in his demeanour as he takes my hand and settles me down slowly into the passenger seat.

“By the way, Knox is my work name. You should call me Kit, I want you to call me Kit from now on. Family always called me Kit.”