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I checked my LinkedIn profile as soon as I got home, but all the nude photos mysteriously disappeared.
Slimy bastard.
I logged in and changed my password. What was Ben playing at? It was becoming more and more apparent that the photos were used to draw us to his apartment, so he could get Will arrested. Plus, they had the bonus effect of humiliating me.
The insecure voice in my head, the one that sounded like my mother, uttered a small thought: Did I do something wrong? Did I deserve this?
I kept remembering Ben’s blue eyes, devoid of all the warmth I’d grown accustomed to seeing. Ben was never the type to rejoice in other people’s pain, but yesterday he looked at me and smiled through his bloody lips, gloating as Will was dragged off to jail. How could he become a different person?
Fuck. The news teams will flock to Ben’s door.
I paced Will’s spacious, San Francisco apartment. It was nowhere near the level of Luke’s mansion, but it had wonderful views of the Bay. I returned to Will’s bedroom and watched him sleep.
He needs to get up, dammit.
My head pounded with a massive headache. I’d been up the whole night and the orange sky was receding into blue. Will was on his stomach, dead to the world. I peeled back the comforter and his back muscles twitched.
The phone rang and still Will didn’t move. It blared through the entire apartment, blasting in my ears. He moaned and his head jerked, but the call went to voicemail.
“William, this is your father. Your lawyercalled me and he says that Ben Osland is suing you. Several media outlets have already contacted him. We need to begin damage control. This Ben character is on a warpath. I do not understand what the hell you did to piss him off, but I wanted to thank you for once again making my life difficult. Call me back.”
Don't get angry with him, It's my fault. I wanted to pick up the phone and call him back to explain everything.
“You’re welcome, Dad.”
Will’s muffled voice filtered out of the comforter. I sat on the bed and he rolled over, his bleary eyes watching me. The side of his face was a livid purple, and I felt another stab of guilt.
“You look worried.”
“I am.You should be too.”
“Relax, it’ll be fine.”
“I’m not so sure. Those cops who arrested you are in his pocket. He’s friendly with a lot of them because they work together all the time.”
“Great,” he moaned. “You sure know how to pick ‘em.”
I grasped his warm shoulders and leaned in. “I’m so, so sorry.” My breath caught in my throat.
“Why do you keep saying that?” he said in a low voice.
A fluttering feeling kept distracting me when he touched my arms. “Because you mean a lot and I hate thatI brought all of this chaos into your life.”
His fingers encircled my arms and pulled me into the warm bed. His facepinched with fatigue, but I looked at his lips and felt my body heat all over. Every time he touched my skin, a jolt of electricity shot through me. The excitement and the strange, pounding feeling in my chest were new.
“You didn’t bring chaos into my life. Natalie, you’ve no idea how empty I was before I met you.”
“Me too, Will.”
The palm of his hand increased pressure on my upper back and I fell on my arms as Will placed a soft kiss on my lips. I kissed him, and then his half-naked body turned and fell on top of mine. I caressed his broad back, his shoulder, over the dark bruise showing on his face. He hissed in pain and I pulled away.
“I’m really glad you kneed that prick in the balls. I wish I could have seen it.”
He lowered himself and kissed me again, his tongue teasing my mouth, as if he was turned on by the image of me kicking my ex-fiancé.
I felt myself opening. My skin was sensitive—every touch made me want to moan. What was it about him that made him so irresistible?
“Will,” I whispered in his ear.
