Page 66 of Losing Ansley

"What happened?" She exclaims. I give her the run down and tell her we've called the police. She fires Chad on the spot, and I tell her it's possible whoever hired Chad may have known.

"I didn't hire him. One of the producers suggested him. I'll get to the bottom of this." She walks over to me and gives me a quick hug.

"I am so sorry, Ansley. I will handle costumes today. You take the rest of the day off. If you need tomorrow off, too, let me know, and we'll figure it out." She tells me.

"Thanks, Anita." Before continuing our conversation, the police show up and take our statements. I save the file and send them a copy to the email they give me. Once everything is done, Dylan walks with me to the parking lot.

"Call Lincoln, Ans." He instructs. I grab my phone as I slip into the car.

"Ansley? I've been trying to text you." His voice sounds panicked, and I start crying again.

"Baby? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" I take several deep breaths to calm myself and then tell him what happened.

"I'm on my way." He states, and my mouth pops open.

"What?" I ask.

"I'm sure Dylan won't leave you alone tonight, but there's no way in hell I'm sleeping in Mississippi, and you're sleeping there. I need to hold you. I'm so sorry that happened to you, and I'm so glad you're okay, but I need to see you." He says earnestly.

"Okay," I whisper. "I can't wait to see you." Tears trek down my cheeks, and I wipe them away. "I love you, Lincoln."

"I love you, Ansley."

I WAKE UPto a warm body pressed against mine. His smell hits me first, and calmness seeps into my bones. I roll over in his arms and am met with his hazel eyes.

"You're awake," I whisper. His lips tip up into a smile.

"So are you." He replies and leans forward to kiss me gently, but I want more. I want him to replace the awful feeling Chad left with me. I push on his shoulder, forcing him to roll over on his back, and I straddle him. His hands come up to grip my hips as I kiss him harder.

"Ansley." He whispers.

"I need you to take it away, Lincoln. Please." I beg. He brings my forehead against his.

"Are you hurt?" He asks. I swallow. I am a little sore from where he pulled my hair and gripped my throat, and I think he bit me. Tears seep out of my eyes.

"I need you to make it better," I tell him. He hesitates again. I climb off of him, angry, and turn on him. He stands to his feet, staring at me; his eyes roam over me. When he sees the mark on my neck, they grow dark with anger.

"Are you going to stand there and look at how another man marked me?" I ask him.

"Ansley." He warns. I walk up to him and get in his face.

"Yes, he hurt me. Yes, he scared me. I need you to make it better." I poke him in the chest. He grabs me behind the legs pulling me up and making me wrap my legs around his waist.

"I will make you feel good, baby. But we're doing this my way. Do you understand?" He says. I nod as he sits on the edge of the bed. I keep my legs wrapped around his waist. He kisses me soft and sweet. Turning, he lays me on my back. He climbs over me and lifts my shirt over my head. I lift my arms, and he pulls it off, throwing it somewhere in the room.

He pushes my leggings and panties down my legs, so I kick them off as I lay under him naked. His eyes roam over me, and he grimaces as his eyes land on the few bruises.

"I hate that I wasn't here. I hate it wasn't me that didn't punch that bastard until he blacked out." He leans down and kisses every bruise and mark he sees. His mouth moves over to my breast, and he circles my nipple with his tongue. I arch into his mouth as he nips and sucks. I moan.

"I need you." I cry out. I grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He yanks it off and pushes his boxers off his hips quickly. I look between us as he grabs his cock and rubs it up and down my slit. I cry out as he circles the tip of his cock around my clit.

"Oh god! That feels…" He looks up at me and arches an eyebrow as he keeps doing it.

"You ready, baby?" I nod; he lines up and slowly sinks into me. He wraps me in his arms. I can't tell where he begins and I end. We are so interconnected. He rolls his hips hitting all the right spots as he keeps his eyes on mine and never looks away.

"Thank you," I say. He doesn't have to respond because he knows. He leans down and kisses me deeply as my orgasm builds in my core. He kisses the bruise on my neck softly.

"I love you so much, Ansley. I'll always give you what you need even when you don't realize what it is." He picks up the pace, and we're both coming together. It's soft and beautiful, and he was right—everything I needed.

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