Her secrets are tearing us apart, but I can't give up on us yet.
When I'm with her, the beast inside of me is tamed. My every craving sated by her gentle touch.
I won't let her go without a fight.
No matter what the cost, I will protect her. She belongs to me now.
*Part 3 of the sensual suspenseful new serial*
Finally, I reach his bedroom. It’s his personal sanctuary, off-limits without invitation. Even when I was staying here with him, I was hardly ever allowed to set foot inside, and I feel a rebellious surge as I fling open the door.
I stop dead.
My things are here, all of them. Unpacked and arranged with care, like they’ve been here all along. Like they belong in this room.
My photo album and perfume bottles sit on the dresser, my clothes hanging neatly beside his suits in the huge walk-in dressing room.
He’s even folded up my favorite throw blanket and laid it across the foot of the bed.
Suddenly, it’s not Cam’s room anymore. It’s our room.
Sadness hits me like an anvil.
This is what it would look like, sharing my life with him. Waking up every morning in this bed – together. Going to sleep in each other’s arms at night.
My body floods with longing, for the life I’ll never have.
I sink onto the bed and look around at my things so proudly displayed in Cam’s personal space. For the first time, I wonder what it would be like to stop running away.
Stop the lies, and the fear, and the pain. Stop turning my back on my problems, and face them head on.
But how can I? Brent still knows the truth about me, and you can bet he wouldn’t hesitate to use it the minute he finds out I’m with Cam again.
At least if I run, I’ll be a thousand miles away when the truth comes out.
I reluctantly get up. Scanning the room one last time, my gaze falls on the polished dresser table. There’s a note there, and a key.
A shiver runs through me. His playroom on the top floor. He’s given me the key. He’s inviting me into his most private retreat.
I should drop the key and go. Take advantage of my head start, skip town before anyone realizes I’m missing. Because this new life I need? It starts now. All I have to do is turn around, collect my things and walk out that door.
But I know what this key represents, what the room represents. This means everything to him. How can I refuse?
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