Page 72 of Worth Loving You

Chapter 27

Chastity Monroe

As soon as the train stopped and the doors opened, I plowed my way through the people, darting for the stairs, mortified with what I let happen. Why would I do that? How could I be so weak?

I had everything I could ever want, what most women dreamed of. I had a sexy boyfriend with endless funds who worshiped the ground I walked on and paraded me off as if I were the most beautiful woman in the world. The man boasted to people he was lucky to have me.

Me! I didn’t have a high school diploma. I was eighty pounds overweight. I had stretchmarks, a double chin, freckles all over my face. Most people overlooked or dismissed me, but not Milo. He cherished me. He was physically obsessed with my body and idolized the way I looked.

I was living a dream, a modern day fairytale come true. A sad, runaway, abused little girl, raising herself in poverty, and prince charming swoops in out of nowhere, sees through all the layers of hurt, anger, and withdrawal, noticing the beautiful princess hiding beneath.

Princess.

A sob racked my frame so hard, I actually stumbled over my feet and had to pause. In the middle of the sidewalk, rain pouring like sheets, I stopped to cover my face and wail.

I may have thrown all that away and I didn’t even know why. Wyatt hated me, I hated Wyatt. So, what happened down there? What parallel universe did I slip into where what happened was okay? Or even wanted?

Milo was amazing in bed. The man touched me, and my insides burst into flames. He sometimes left me shivering with ecstasy. I was not lacking in the department of sex.

I was not lacking anywhere in my life. In fact, other than Milo’s string of mistresses, I had a perfect existence. Why, oh why, would I risk it all for that little…whatever the hell that just was?

I had to tell Milo what happened. I had to beg him to forgive me and make him fire Wyatt. He had to go. I needed a new bodyguard, one who could be trusted and relied on.

My stomach cramped and my knees almost buckled. Seconds from dropping to the ground, large arms linked around me, giving support. For a split second, I leaned into Wyatt’s chest and wept, hating myself for being so stupid.

Realizing I was being comforted by the man who had caused me this grief, I growled and began slamming my fists against his chest and arms.

“Stop touching me. Don’t touch me. Let me go!”

My backpack slid off my shoulder to the crook of my elbow, swinging around and banging into us. He grabbed my wrists and lurched roughly, forcing me to stop. My head tipped, I squinted against the rain, sniveling while he glared.

“Leave me alone,” I rasped, wondering if he could even hear me over the traffic and the downpour.

His lips pursed and he shook his head. “I think at this point, it’s beyond that.”

“What—”

He swept down and covered my lips, his tongue gently rolling against mine.

My heart burst, heat gushing through my veins. My muscles turning to liquid, I collapsed against him, clinging to his shoulders. One hand tangled in my soaked hair, holding my head to deepen the kiss, the other cupping an ass cheek and pulling up, pressing me into his hard, brawny frame.

His bulge rubbing against me, our heads slowly bobbing with the passionate kiss, my brain swirled, and I moaned, hopping to my tiptoes to throw my arms behind his neck. My bag flung to his back, so I dropped it, needing to get a better grip.

Wyatt tilted his chin, his tongue filling my mouth. His hand slid across my ass to clutch the opposite hip, locking me against his body.

Shoulders drawn to my ears, I held the sides of his face, my knee bending between his legs. A storm was spinning my stomach, sending electricity to my nerve endings. My nipples tightened and my clit throbbed. Standing in the pouring rain in fifty-degree weather, I was flushed, sweating under my drenched jacket.

He groaned, his fingers sliding to my nape to tip my head just a bit. With a frantic grunt, he opened his mouth even more, our teeth clanking, his tongue thrusting to the back of my throat. His hand glided to the small of my back, then to my outer ribs, his thumb brushing the side of my breast.

I arched toward him, lifting my knee to feel his erection on my thigh. My heart pounding in my ears, my lungs were on fire, needing air. Fire rolling through my veins, my muscles were quivering, his kiss like spicy honey that sparked a hunger like I’d never known before.

Finally, the world’s longest kiss ended, our lips gradually separating, but still brushing against one another. Our pants mingling and warming one another’s faces, I slowly lifted my lids to gaze into his blue irises dark with lust.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, tingling from the tip of my scalp to my toes.

“Leaving you alone is something I probably should have thought of the moment I realized I was attracted to you. Leaving you alone is something I don’t think I can do now,” he wheezed, his voice so baritone, I could feel the vibrations in my chest.

A wave of sensations I couldn’t describe washed over me, making my eyelids feel heavy. His thumb still stroking back and forth on the side of my breast, he inched his hand around and covered it, giving a gentle squeeze.