Free Breathe Again by Rachel Brookes Page A

Davenport and secondly before you joke about becoming my stepmother again, I would never allow it.
    Tanzi took a place on the floor beside me and leaned back on the couch, her legs out in front of her. As she ripped the picture out of my hand, I watched as her eyes scanned over the photo before looking at me and rolling her eyes. “She doesn’t even have good tits, Sav.”
    “Look at my girls. They are so much better. At least I didn’t have to spend thousands of dollars to get these bad boys.” I grabbed my boobs softly and squeezed them together, almost choking on my double D’s. “You’re thinking of motorboating them right now, aren’t you?”
    “Don’t tempt me, woman.” Tanzi smirked.
    “Nuzzle right in there, Tanzi. I won’t tell Tate. It can be our little secret.”

Tate
    T ELL S AV you love her
    A random message was waiting on my phone when I got back to my office after doing my final before-close check of Red Velvet. What the fuck was Tanzi talking about? Shoving my wallet and phone deep into my pockets, I walked through the now empty bar, switched off the main lights, and exited the front door. My thoughts jumped over different scenarios about what the hell could have happened in the eight hours since I’d left Sav at Beautify.
    Walking into the darkness of our apartment, I smiled at the familiar scent of Sav in the air. Throwing my keys down on the bench, I opened the fridge, grabbed an apple juice, and headed to the couch with all intentions of winding down in my solitude.
    I loved my job, I loved Red Velvet, but shit, it could be tiring at times. Tonight had been slow, and usually I’d love a slow night at work because I could catch up on the mountain of paperwork and organize upcoming launch nights and expansion opportunities, but tonight it allowed me to think about things way too much.
    Tomorrow I was hoping my balls would drop and I’d grow a set and contact my father. I needed to get it over and done with, and I needed to get it done before Jellybean arrived. I hadn’t told Sav of my plans yet and I knew I had to wait until the right moment. It wasn’t something I wanted to drop on her without knowing if I’d actually go through with it, it was a stress she didn’t need.
    Finding the remote, I flicked on the television and fell back into the over-plush cushions on the couch. Thankfully, instead of having to sit through my mind-numbing infomercials, a replay of last year’s Super Bowl came on as the screen as the television burst to life. Loosening my tie and pulling my shirt out of my pants, I felt the wanted feelings of relaxation arrive. After I threw my tie on the couch beside me, my hand brushed something and my eyes couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
    My fingers flipped through photo after photo of Chelsea in various poses and wearing nothing but lingerie. Why did Sav have these and why had she been looking at them? Suddenly, Tanzi’s voice appeared. ‘Tell Sav you love her.’ Was Sav feeling insecure and questioning our relationship? Was she having doubts about us? Was she punishing herself for something she had absolutely nothing to do with?
    I stood from the couch and looked towards the closed door of our bedroom. My urge to show her what she meant to me was burning within me, but I couldn’t always show her with sex. Making my way through the apartment, I quietly opened the bedroom door, and the light from the candle slowly burning on the dresser allowed a soft life to bounce of the walls and swamp the dark space.
    Sav lay cuddled up to my pillow with the sheet barely covering her body. The door that led to the balcony was open and the cool Los Angeles air cushioned the air. Her blond hair surrounded her beautiful face on the pillow. I prayed to god our child got her looks.
    I sat down softly on the edge of the bed and watched over her. So peaceful, so beautiful, and all mine. I still had no clue how the hell I’d gotten this girl.
    “Sav, wake up,” I whispered