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“He didn’t tell me that. I don’t know if I have the right.”

“I’m giving you the right,” Ford says through strained teeth as he caresses my chin.

He shakes something away, drops his hand, and pushes open the door to a spare bedroom.

“This is gorgeous.” I step inside and twirl. “Did a designer stage this for you?”

“How did you know?” He enters the room.

“FIDM had an interior design program. I was friends with a few students taking those classes.”

Ford puts my suitcases on a long bench in front of a king-size bed with a white quilt, blue sheets, and tons of pillows.

“Is there anything else you need right now?” he asks with a seductive tone.

God, where do I start? I want to be kissed, held down.

And fucked.

By him.

“Um...” I look up, feeling tears in my eyes.

“What, sugar?”

“I just don’t know why Michael did this to me. What did I do wrong?”

“I doubt you did anything wrong.” He brushes the hair out of my eyes. “I want to beat that motherfucker to a pulp.”

“I never had self-esteem issues, but I’m feeling less than perfect right now. I’m going to the park tomorrow. I want to try sketching.”

“I know a great way to boost your confidence.” His deep voice wreaks of carnal promises.

“I just need to get out of my head.”

Ford will wipe every thought of my designs away, and maybe my ability to draw. Permanently.

I’ll only ever want him.

“Fucking is great for getting out of your head,” Ford says with a tight jaw.

“I bet it is.” My upper lip curls with salacious curiosity. “I worry having you inside me will make me not care about anything else.”

“Wanna just fuck and find out?” Ford towers over me, smiling at how my breath hitches.

“Um...” My eyes roam his full frame.

“Sorry.” He jumps back. “That was... I don’t know what that was. Good night, Bernadette.”

Ford waltzes out of the bedroom, his shoulders up around his ears as he leaves me all alone and it’s immediately lonely as hell.

NINE

BERNADETTE

Iwake up to dead silence.

Gasping, I clutch my chest, my fingers twirling around Mom’s cross, the necklace she gave me when I left for school.

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