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It wasn’t a dream. The kiss, sleeping in the same bed, all of it happened. The shower is on and I slide from the bed, only to stop when I catch him standing in the bathroom door like he knows I was going to escape.
My eyes seek his neck and a fine rosy line stares back at me. Guilt strikes a chord in my heart, but the words won’t come out.
“You’re going to sleep in my bed from now on.”
I sigh. I knew our kiss would make him think I would obey all his decisions. I will never be that weak, pathetic creature whoaccepted everything without having a say again. And hasn’t this asshole heard of the word please?
“No, I won’t,” I say, keeping my chin high as I shut the door behind me, my heart still pounding.
In the hallway, I come face-to-face with Tamara, who eyes me and the door to his room. I blush from head to toe. So many excuses run through my head.
“Good morning,” I say before dashing to my room and closing the door. I shower, changing into a pair of jeans and a flowery top, and go downstairs. He’s already sitting at the breakfast table.
I take the seat across from him, and he smirks while I challenge him with my eyes.
Kieran sips his coffee, his eyes on me, unnerving me as I eat my oatmeal.
“Stop ogling me.”
“I like what I see.”
“Last night meant nothing.”
If his grin widens a bit more, it will be bigger than his ego. “If you say so.”
“I was trying to kill you,” I say to remind him of my first goal. But his face doesn’t lose its grin.
“And still, you ended up in my bed.”
“That was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing,” I say, both of us knowing it’s a lie.
He chuckles, and all I can think of is his lips on mine. His eyes find my bare finger and the good mood threatens to tip over.
“I meant it, Aurora. Wear the ring.”
“I must have misplaced it.”
The easygoing disposition disappears, and he yanks me by the hand from my chair. I stumble as I try to match his pace.
We step inside a room, where a security guard watches us, and Kieran says, “You know what to do, Daniel.”
He nods, and apprehension has my insides on high alert. He’s putting a tattoo machine together. I try to free my hand from Kieran’s, but he grips it even harder, his eyes taking on a stormy hue.
“I will wear the ring,” I say through a gulp. The ring is way better than a permanent reminder.
“Too late.”
“Please.”
“Sit.”
I sit down, deflated. Silly me, thinking I could have a say in all this.
Kieran also takes a seat while Daniel presses the needle down on my finger. I bite down against the shot of pain. He inks Kieran’s initials, and when he’s done putting a layer of petroleum jelly and bandages my finger, he moves on to Kieran. I am both fascinated and indignant.
I jump to my feet and then storm away. In my room, I stare at the initials and bend to pick up my ring. The ring is a lie, but the delicate tattoo shows what I am to him—his. As if he put his signature on the document of my life.
The knock on my door pulls me out of my thoughts and Tamara steps inside. She offers me a small smile before entering my walk-in closet, chock-full of clothes in my size. I follow her, knowing I won’t like where this is heading.
