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In a matter of seconds, my bodyguards and building security ran into my office with guns in their hands, ready to pull the trigger. Each one descended through my office like a massacre had just occurred.
“All clear,” Charlie, the head of my security detail announced while two other guards darted out of my office going in search of our attacker.
We laid there for a few moments, staring deep into one another’s eyes before I gradually stood, bringing her up with me.
“Sir,” Jonathan, another guard chimed in. He nodded to the brick in his hand. “There’s a note on here.”
I grabbed it out of his hands and tore off the rubber band. I was pissed as fuck and only seeing red.
Bright. Fucking. Red.
Face to face with the words…
I’m going to kill her first while I make you watch.
Chapter Twenty-One
Paige
Then
As soon as I walked into the library at my university, there was a warm, welcoming aroma in the air. Books were always my happy place. Their smell and feel were such a comforting experience for me. I could count on stories to yank me out of whatever funk I was in.
Currently, his name was Adrian Drake.
For the last few weeks, we’d been sneaking around. However, the guilt I felt on the daily was pushed aside whenever we were together, like it was never there to begin with. It was hard to find alone time together. Both of our homes were easy targets for Cade to find out about us.
Although, we did manage to spend most of our time in Adrian’s bedroom with the door locked. It wasn’t like they chilled in each other’s rooms. But it was a good thing Hayley was keeping Cade busy, giving us leeway to be together. Plus, their bedrooms were on opposite sides of their big apartment.
Things were going great. Except for one small detail, any time I tried to initiate anything intimate with him, I wouldn’t get very far. We’d flirt, play around, and cuddle. His favorite spot to fall asleep on me was with his head on my stomach as I scratched his head and back.
We acted like we were dating, but we weren’t kissing.
At all.
I was confused.
Annoyed.
Frustrated.
My part time tutoring gig started at school and some of my time was filled with tutoring students in the library a couple times a week. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, it helped keep my mind busy and off Adrian Drake.
Which was an extremely hard task since he’d pretty much taken up residence in my brain.
That particular morning, I was helping the quarterback, Tom, study for an upcoming test in his economics class.
After finding a private room in the back, I decided to wait for him in there. It was easier to study with the soundproof rooms versus the busy library, but it wasn’t as crowded that day.
Once I was situated, I texted him what room I was in.
When he showed up a few minutes late, bringing me coffee, I teased, “Is this the reason you’re late?”
He smiled, taking a seat. “I figure it’s better than an apple.”
“Apples are a little dated. How did you know I love vanilla lattes?”
“Doesn’t every girl?”
