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When it came to self-control, I’d been trained to do without my favourite indulgences. In this case, that ugly comment about Savvie would be my ammo against weakness, helping me stick to my resolve.

ItwaslatewhenSavanah called. “Hey, why aren’t you returning my texts?”

Annoyed at myself for picking up that call, I took a deep breath. She had a right to know what had happened. “Bram’s video was emailed to me.”

There was a long pause. “Are you there?”

“Oh, crap. You saw it. I bet you hate me, don’t you?” Her voice cracked.

Where was that open-minded man I’d prided myself in being? I felt guilty for being so judgmental, but I couldn’t get past the image of that cock in her mouth.

How would this work? One gaze into Savanah’s limpid, vulnerable eyes melted my heart and made my dick go rock hard.

What was it about a beautiful woman in need of rescue that sent my libido soaring?

“Bram denies sending it. Something about being hacked, which I think’s bullshit. Talk to your legal team and get it stopped.”

“You saw it?” Her voice sounded like that of a child crying out for love and cuddles. All I wanted to do was hold her and rock her. Draw a line through the filth.

I thought of the porno images she’d sent me of herself. I couldn’t bring myself to delete them. They were pure Viagra to my overactive male gland. “By the way, you need to stop sexting.”

“You didn’t like my little pictures.” Just as her voice cracked, it occurred to me that Savanah hadn’t emotionally matured. “Can’t you come here and hold my hand?”

“You’re in London. I’m here at Reboot.” I lied because I was driving to my old flat to look for recent signs of my brother.

“Does this mean there’ll be no more us?” She sniffled.

“I’m not in a good place right now. Let’s talk when you get back.”

“You’re meant to be protecting me,” she said, sounding more like that rich diva that, up to now, had been missing.

“I can protect you physically, but I can’t help your actions. Allowing to be filmed while having sex rarely ends well.”

“Are you suggesting I wanted myself filmed?” she shrilled. “Fuck, Carson, how can you think that? I didn’t want any of it. It was Bram that forced me. He’d slipped me a drug. I don’t even fucking remember doing it.” Sobs choked on her words.

“You need to hang low. Get your legal team onto this.” I puffed. “And try to stay away from men like Bram.” That last comment came from under my breath.

“I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.” She sobbed, and my heart ached.

“You only want me because I’m not throwing myself at you.”

“Bullshit. It’s deeper than that. Don’t you feel it?” she asked.

Yep. I feel it all right. Too fucking much.

“Why didn’t you do your job and threaten him?” There was a bite to her tone. “That’s what security’s meant to do.”

“I can’t do this now.” I closed the call.

Toclearmyhead,I decided to stay in London for a couple of nights. As much as I preferred my new place in Bridesmere—a one-bedroom apartment in a recently refurbished Victorian building—I needed some space. I also couldn’t bring myself to return Savanah’s many calls. Declan was the only person I’d contacted to ask for a couple of days off.

As I moved around the council flat I’d grown up in, there was no trace of Angus. No empty bottles. No empty pizza boxes or even rubbish lying around.

The jarring difference between my new and former home took some adjusting to and was like daylight when leaving a cinema. The council estate, with its dealers and lowlife, was a far cry from the friendly smiles that came with village life.

Although that flat reminded me of who I was before I fell into this rich and powerful world, spending time at Merivale had taught me that rich people’s problems were just like everyone else’s. Only they ate better. Drank quality alcohol. And didn’t need to steal to buy drugs.

Drinking a beer, I leaned back on my late mother’s worn recliner, a chair that had held her cancer-riddled body for that last year of her life. I could even still smell her favourite perfume she wore all my life. A lump formed in my throat. Funny how a scent will do that to you. Suddenly I could see her kind, suffering eyes. It was then that I decided God didn’t exist. How could he do that to such a woman who would have given her last penny to anyone in need?

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