Lying next to Sutton, holding her in my arms, I couldn’t imagine feeling happier or more content as my fingers drew lazy circles on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” I asked because even though I felt amazing, I refused to assume that she felt the same.

She lifted her head from my chest and peered at me through hazy green eyes. “Of course. Are you?”

“Never better,” I said, pressing a kiss to her head. “Except I need to get back to the office. Kayla’s going to kill me.”

Sutton let out a laugh. “You’re probably right. I mean, it is still daytime, and you’ve been here awhile.”

“I don’t want to, but I need to go,” I said as my stomach muscles contracted.

I moved to sit up, and Sutton pushed away from me, pulling a sheet up against her chest.

“I know. It’s okay,” she reassured me. “Unless you’re never going to talk to me again. Then, I might choose some other words to say.”

“You think I’m going to ghost you?” I asked, referring to when someone disappeared and never talked to the other person again. “Not a chance. You’re stuck with me.”

“Then, I’m not upset.” She smiled, and I tucked an errant strand of red hair behind her ear. “Go. Thank you for the orgasm. Come again soon.”

This woman was incredible. Just when I thought I couldn’t be more into her, she said shit like that. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and then I got out of bed and gathering my pants before stepping into them.

“Sutton, I need to ask you some things.”

“Okay.” She had no idea what I was about to say.

“It’s about the article.” I watched her expression carefully, measuring it.

She didn’t look particularly fazed or upset by what I had said, more genuinely curious about where I was going with the topic.

“The one in the Post,” she clarified.

I nodded as I started buttoning my shirt, which was now wrinkled to hell. Thankfully, I had a jacket in the car, so hopefully, no one would notice my unprofessional attire.

“Yeah. Was it exaggerated or sensationalized in any way? They tend to do that, and I need to know.”

Her eyes pulled together. She was still clearly confused about my line of questioning. This woman had no idea that I needed all of the facts before I went to the Post and took care of this.

“I know they do, but no, it really wasn’t. They didn’t say anything that was untrue.” She shrugged a shoulder, the sheets still wrapped firmly around her chest as she watched my every move. “It was honestly just more embarrassing than anything else. To have that personal information printed for everyone to see without my consent or knowledge.”

Pressing my lips together, I practically had to bite my cheek to stop myself from saying all the things I wanted to say. “I understand completely. And I’m very sorry this happened, but it won’t happen again.”