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I’m sure Abel took care of that.
Dark like my outfit, I take the elevator up, glaring at my reflection. I look as if I fell off a Halloween bus.
Whatever. I don’t care. I’m here to get my fix.
Anything to take my mind off him. Anything to stop my teeth from grinding, my hands from curling into fists, and my mind from spinning uselessly.
Anything to bottle up my fury.
He played me. He fucking did. And so fucking well.
Classic bait and switch. How can I be so blind and stupid?
He picked a fight over something stupid––so typical––and pointed to my problems––again, not surprisingly so––while he was actually planning to get out of my house.
He could’ve told me without setting me up.
Hours after he left, I worked out to the point of exhaustion before I went to a shooting range, and on my way back, I almost wrecked my car.
I’m actually more mad at myself than at him.
One of the things I’ve always planned for was not to need other people. Men in particular. Hot men are right there at the top of my list.
I can’t stand that feeling. Needing someone so badly you lose your sleep and can’t eat because your mind is hacked by that person.
Why do I have to need him that badly?
But this will end. Right here. And right now.
Balancing on my four-inch heels, I slip out of the elevator and strut to the room. The door opens before I get the chance to swipe my key card, a strong arm pulling me in.
Fast and smooth, Abel shackles my hands at my back and blindfolds me. Following my instructions, he doesn’t say a word.
He crashes my back against the wall and pulls my shirt out of my skirt, and then cups and kneads my breasts. Pressing his hard body into mine, he trails the side of my neck with his lips, his erection rubbing against me.
I’m cold as stone.
But I can’t have this right now, and I know the remedy for it.
Swiftly, I bring back the memory of him. His hands on me, and his cock rubbing against me while his hot breath rolls over my lips.
For a few seconds, it all goes well, and something tightens in my belly. Not strong enough to hold.
Damn it. It’s worse than I thought. What pleasure I have drawn from Abel is now gone.
He slides one hand to my neck and the other up my skirt. My body turns to ice as if I’m under some spell. The memory of Jaden withers away, and nothing seems to work.
And he knows it.
He feels it.
“Is there something wrong, Senna?”
He stops and pulls my blindfold away.
I glance at him.
“I’m sorry, Abel,” I say softly, my voice on the cusp of tears.
