AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“In the bathroom,” I manage.
He picks me up. I squeak, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Or acknowledge it anyway. One minute my feet are on the floor, and the next I’m being carried like a freaking princess back to the bathroom.
My phone is on the bathmat. He sets me on the counter and grabs it.
“Show me?”
I take it and go to my messages. The top one is from Thomas, not the unknown number.
“Did Thomas say something to you?” He clicks on it, but it’s just about wanting to know if I’m okay. Not worthy of… whatever reaction that was.
I clear my throat and dash away my tears. “It was a texted voice message from a private number. It said…”
He sets down the phone.
“Hesaid he was coming for me. He called me darling.” I stare at Jacob through my tears.
Jacob, who has never seemed afraid of anything.
Jacob, who looks at me like I’m his world.
Who must have some answers that he’s not telling me.
“Those messages erase if you don’t save them,” he says softly, brushing a tear from my cheek. “If you get another one, get me before you play it.”
I nod.
There’s something he’s not telling me.
“I’ll be okay,” I lie. I hop off the counter and pluck my phone from his hand. “I need to call Natalie, and I think I just want some air. Sorry I freaked out on you.”
He follows me into my bedroom. I change my shirt under his watchful eye, not even bothered that he’s seeing me in just a bra. Wasn’t what we did so much worse than that?
I yank the sweatshirt over my head, and it’s only then that I realize I forgot my glasses back in his office. I lace into my shoes, grab my purse, then retrieve my eyewear.
Stupid fucking glasses.
I shove them on my face, barely breathing in his little office. I double-check that I have my keys and practically run out of his condo.
I’m coming for you, darling.
Was it my ex? That’s the only reasonable guess I have. And if itwashim, at least it answers the question of why I hate the word darling so much. Just thinking it makes me nauseous. And… well, he blocked the number.
Does he know I forgoteverything?
I have the restraining order against him. At least, I think I still do. I have no idea if they expire or not.
Suddenly, getting on a plane to go to New York tomorrow doesn’t seem like the craziest thing in the world.
If he found my new phone number, what else has he found?
Where I’m staying?
Who I’m living with?
The life of Jacob Rhodes isn’t exactly subtle.
Instead of calling Natalie, like I should, I call Lucy.
