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“I’m coming over,” I said, ending the call.

It was like all the noise just got sucked out of the room. And the only thing I could hear was the sound of my own breathing and my heart beating.

That wild attraction, the insane force I felt towards Ellie, was pulling me.

All I knew was that it was important I moved. That I took that first step.

Closer to the door.

Closer to the street.

Closer to the rest of my life.

Closer to her.

CHAPTER FIVE ELLIE

Oh my fuck.

“I think I just lost my mind,” I mumbled, dropping my cell phone on the plain coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room like it was hot.

I just asked Andres Ramirez to marry me.

What the shit?

I can’t believe I did that.

What the hell was I thinking?

Okay, so I kind of knew what I was thinking. The crumpled up letter and envelope sitting on the tiny table where Sammy and I ate most of our meals glared at me in the dimly lit room.

Andres was a man.

Duh.

He was big, tall, strong, wealthy, and powerful.

I wasn’t mercenary. It was just, well, I grew up with money, so I recognized it.

He didn’t strike me as the kind of man who always had it. But his expensive clothes, the fact he worked for Volkov Industries and was crowned their prince of acquisitions told me everything I needed to know.

So, me asking him to marry me was more about having him in my arsenal as a weapon to use against my ex-husband than the fact I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

And his big, fat cock.

Seriously, the man was hung, and he knew how to use it.

Oh my God. What was wrong with me?

I squealed and covered my eyes.

Okay, reality check. Gary was a motherfucking slimeball.

He wasn't above hitting women and threatening children. And he sure as fuck wasn’t above suing me, like he was doing now. And not just for custody. For money.

The man who beat me wanted me to pay him.

So, I wasn’t wrong when I said I needed help.

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