Page 58 of Forgive You

How did she find me? Is this coincidence, or did she put in an effort to find me?

What the fuck is going on?

Her energy is kind and caring, a sweet smile never wavering from her face, but it still feels like she’s evaporating all the oxygen from the room, saying things that are just not possible.

It’s not true. It can’t be.

I shake my head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

My feet fall back into motion, but she quickly grabs my wrist, softly holding me back.

“I need your help.”

No, no, no.This isnothappening.

I want to ask what the hell she’s talking about, but suspicion keeps my mouth shut.

Maybe this is one of Jacob’s ways to test me. Yeah, that’s probably it. He wants to make sure I keep my mouth shut. She’s just one of his pawns, and the second he hears I engaged in whatever she wanted, he will post that video.

I can’t risk it.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you.” I pull out of her grasp in a dead set pace toward the door.

“Yes, you can!” she yelps behind me, desperation dripping from her tone.

She’s a good actress.But then again, so was Jason. But then, why does it feel like I’m shot straight in the heart locking eyes with her as I glance over my shoulder? Why do her eyes show the hopelessness I see in the morning every day?

She might be speaking the truth. But I can’t risk it. I can’t risk putting it all on the line.

“You’re mistaking me for someone else,” I say, then walk out of there with my chin up, ignoring the bag of stones that’s been dropped in my stomach.

What the hell was that?

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Julie bumps into my chest, exiting the restroom. Her soft pink cheeks glow beneath her skin, and her heartbreaking brown eyes find mine with a hint of shock.

“Are you okay?” The heat of her body burns into my palms as I grab her arms to keep her from falling on her ass.

It’s taking everything I have to not push her back into that restroom and relive whatever the fuck just happened on the dance floor.

She dry humped herself to utopia, using me as the vessel to get there. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. She has never been a shy girl, but feeling how she lost control like that, while my arms held her up, shielding her from whatever was happening outside of her bubble…I don’t think I will ever be the same.

My cock is still straining against my pants. Eager, feral, and completely hypnotized by the woman in front of me. I tried to get him back to sleep with a quick shot of whiskey, but staring into her big eyes, taking a whiff of her vanilla shampoo swirled with sweat, it's only making him rattle the cage even more.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Her voice is throaty, hoarse, as if her orgasm took away her ability to speak. “Just a little flushed.”

Yeah, no shit.At least she had her release. I still feel like hot fury is taking over my blood, and there’s only one remedy to stop it.Fuck, I can’t wait to get home and take care of that.

“Do you want some water?” I ask, taking a closer look at her fuzzy expression.

Biting her lip, her lashes flutter. “Nope, I want tequila.”

“Don’t you think you had enough?”

Indignance widens her gaze. “Not a fucking chance.”

My hands slide down to her hips, and I pull her in, just a little bit. Her breasts brush against my chest, and I love how her curves feel beneath my touch.

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