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We lie there in heavy silence. For a second, I think Warren has fallen asleep. But then his fingers begin to brush my stomach.
Fear grips me in a chokehold as I silently pray that he won’t try and take it any further.
I’m not ready.
Not now, not tonight.
Not when Conner was inside me, loving me, less than a few hours ago.
Tears roll down my cheeks and this time, I let them. He can’t see me, and I can’t hold them in any longer.
Warren presses a kiss to my shoulder. “Baby?” he whispers, but I don’t answer.
Hopefully, he’ll think I’ve fallen asleep.
Hopefully, he’ll give me time to readjust to being back.
“Ken?”
I hold my breath, willing him to stop. His hand slides down to my navel and I want to claw my skin off at his touch. He glides lower, covering my pussy with his hand. “I’ll never let him touch you again, baby,” he murmurs, and I can’t figure out if he’s talking to me or himself.
“You’re mine, Kennedy. Mine. And I’ll never let you out of my sight again.”
Chapter Two
Conner
The note flutters from my fingers as disbelief washes through me.
No.
I'm dreaming. I have to be.
My fists curl, my nails digging into my palms, but the pain shooting up my arms tell me what I don't want to accept.
I'm awake, and this is real.
"NOOO." The roar that rips from my lips doesn't sound like my voice as it echoes around the empty room.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the first thing I can. I pull at the lamp on the nightstand so hard that the cable rips from the back seconds before it shatters against the opposite wall, the ceramic base falling to the floor into jagged shards, just like my fucking life.
It does fuck all to help the crater of darkness that's opened up inside me. The nightstand is next, followed by every piece of furniture in the room that's not nailed down.
My chest heaves and my breaths race past my lips as I continue to rain havoc down on the room.
I don't stop until there’s a knock at the door.
"Sir, is everything okay?"
I ignore them. Instead, I reach for my boxers and sweatpants and pull them up my legs.
Blood drips from my knuckles from where they collided with the wall, but I don't feel the pain. All I can feel is my heart ripping in two.
After last night, how could she just walk away like that? How could she...
"Warren," I breathe, realization slamming into me.
There's no way she'd have walked away from me. Not while we're here. She wouldn't.
