Page 35 of Master of My Heart

Jayson frowned, clearly not believing her.

She huffed. “I met a guy on the train. He seemed really nice and invited me back to his room. We started drinking, and I...” She swallowed hard. What would he think of her if he found out she’d slept with multiple men at once?

“Do you think you were drugged?”

She looked up. “Why would you ask that?”

“If you don’t remember what happened... Sabrina, it happens more than you’d think.”

She shrugged. “I have no idea.” Why did it matter? She’d have probably slept with them even if she hadn’t been drugged.

Jayson looked at her for a long time, then gave a sad smile. “Okay.” He pulled her back into his arms. He was quiet for several minutes. “Was Ramon—” He sighed. “Did he use you for sex?”

Sabrina shrugged and closed her eyes, not wanting to see the disgust on his face anymore.

He took her hand and squeezed it. “You don’t have to tell me anything. But please know I won’t judge.” She looked up. He looked at her sadly. “Do you remember what those men on the train looked like? Can we call the police?”

She shrugged. “I don’t remember what they looked like. I’ll be okay. I just...” She swallowed and rubbed her face. “I want to forget about it. Believe me, I’ve been through worse.”

Jayson’s eyes widened. “Worse?”

“But Ramon can’t hurt me anymore,” she added quickly. “I just... I want to start over and forget about the past.”

“Why can’t he hurt you?”

“Because he’s dead.”

Jayson didn’t say anything for a few minutes. “If that’s what you want,” he said in a low voice.

He sounded angry. She pulled away from him. “It is.”

“Does he have friends who might be looking for you?”

Khyan. A chill ran through her body. “I don’t know.”

“I have a friend who might be able to help. I could call and see if he—” He paused. “Yeah, I need to call him.”

“Okay.” If Khyan found her, it wouldn’t matter who was trying to help. She’d let Jayson believe what he wanted to believe. It was easier that way. Fighting over it wouldn’t do any good. She saw the determination on his face, though, and prayed he wouldn’t get hurt.

She tried to change the subject. “I enjoyed this morning. I’ve never been with a nice man before.”

He stared at her for a moment, then sighed and hugged her to him. “I should have kept better control over my body.”

“Please, don’t be mad at yourself,” she said, leaning back and looking up at him. “I... It was a nice change.”

He swallowed hard. “I enjoyed it, too.” He cradled her cheek. “When did all that start happening to you?”

“I was sixteen.”

Jayson’s face paled. “How old are you now?”

“I think I just turned twenty-one.”

“You think?”

“I haven’t celebrated anything in a long time.”

“Did you ever have a boyfriend?”

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