I slept with the enemy.
Well... almost. He discarded me before even fucking me.
“I’m coming to get you.”
“No!Please, don’t! I won’t do anything else.”
No reply. Is he already on the way here?
“Trent?”
“I gave you a clean slate. I risked a lot to—”
“And I’m grateful. I’m not going to waste the chance you’ve given me.”I will.And I wish I could say I’m sorry. “Are those files of any value to you?”
“They are. But it will take time for me to figure out the best way to use them.”
“I can wait.”
“Yeah, but you can’t stop, can you? This won’t be enough for you.”
Never.
“What else can a girl like me do?”
“I know exactly what a girl like you can do. Stand down! Or do you wanna get yourself killed?”
Nope. But I just might.
“It’s always nice talking to you, Trent.”
“Maeve, wait—”
The moment I close the line, my reflection gives away that sneaky tear my lash line couldn’t hold. Tears of joy for making progress? Definitely not because I got dumped without a word.
Fucking Atlas Holt!
Heartbreak has never felt like this before.
Still wearing the formal dress I got stood up in, I make my way to the bed and collapse onto it. Tucking my knife under the pillow, I hug it like it’s all I have left.
It’s an utter shock when I hear the door of my room open.
Maybe he’s here to gloat. Or collect his prize.
I’ll be damned if I let him touch me after how he played me.
His weight shifts the mattress, an arm snaking around my waist in an attempt to pull me to him. That’s when I strike. I turn swiftly, pressing the blade against his throat just shy of drawing blood.
“Don’t touch me!” I bark. But then my chest locks at the sight of his face—broken, stained with soot.
I don’t need my brain to process anything as my hand acts on instinct, throwing away the knife and cupping his face, searching for an answer in his eyes to a question my mouth hasn’t uttered yet.
“What happened?” I pull myself up before spotting the blood on his white shirt. “You’re hurt.”
I was too self-absorbed, thinking he was playing me, to be there for him, to help him.
“It’s not my blood,” Atlas says with a gentle palm landing on my cheek.
