“You pretended to be my lover… and when you got pregnant… Was that the plan all along? Collect information, get pregnant with my children… Use them against me later?” His voice has turned so cold that it sends a shiver through my body.
The clench of his fists and the set of his jaw tell me to keep quiet. I’ve learned my father’s tell-tale signs, and I imagine a man like Simon is not going to be any different.A man who is willing to capture and control someone else against their will.
Lifting my chin in defiance, I keep my lips pressed together.
Simon scoffs, shaking his head.
“Let us go, Simon,” I say firmly.
“That isn’t going to happen.” His answer is clipped, cold, and angry. “You’ll run right back to your father with intel on my family and me. I can’t let you do that.”
“Let. Us. Go!” I say it again, each word pronounced with force.
A dark smile spreads over his lips, and he cocks his head to the side as amused triumph settles over him.
“Alright,” he shrugs. “You can go,” he says calmly.
My heart leaps. It’s obviously a trick. I don’t move.
“But?” I ask, waiting for the thing that’s making him smile.
“You are free to leave at any time, Selene. But the children…mychildren… are staying with me.”
My heart sinks to the floor, and I swallow hard to fight back the sob of frustration.
He’sjustlike my father. He’s not the man I used to know. Maybe he never was.
Simon takes a step to the side and politely gestures for me to walk towards the door. Free to go. Free to leave. Except not free at all.
“Fuck you,” I snarl beneath my breath. “You know I would never leave them!”
He smiles with dark triumph, and it grates right into my bones.
“Get out of my room,” I demand.
“Let me know if you need anything,” he says, as charming as ever.
I bite hard against my lip to stop the tears from streaming down my cheeks.
Simon turns away from me and leaves my bedroom, leaving me alone with my anger and hatred, feeling trapped like an animal and hating him in ways I never thought were possible.
Chapter5 - Simon
She’s been here for four days now, and having her this close to me, living in my space and filling my air with her scent… well, to put it bluntly, she is making it impossible for me to think or exist clearly. She’s driving me crazy.
The rational side of my mind has slipped away and abandoned me, and I keep having visions of pushing her against a wall and kissing her.
I want her so badly, but somewhere deep inside me, that small, logical voice is still shouting warnings.
She was never who she pretended to be.
It was a trick. A ruse. A game she played to elicit information from you and your family.
She took your children and hid them.
She never planned to let you know they existed.
So I accept these things and try to keep my distance from her. But then one brush past her, one second of her warmth against me and her scent in my nostrils, and I am melting again, ready to throw caution to the wind just to have her in my arms and her lips on my mouth.
