Page 13 of Seduced by a SEAL

Camila laughed, the humor not reaching her eyes. “My father thinks women are good as only two things—lovers or prostitutes. But no, he hasn’t laid a finger on me. Nor will anyone else. When I’m in Colombia, I have bodyguards with me at all times. No freedom without him knowing where I go. No privacy since I have guards with me at all times. It’s complicated.”

Colton let out a low whistle. “Sounds like it. Why don’t you leave?”

She shrugged. “It’s not really an option. Where would I go? What would I do? I suppose he’d let me leave—as in, if I managed to come to the U.S. or somewhere, he wouldn’t chase after me. But how would I live? He’d cancel all my credit cards. Close my accounts. It’s not like I can just walk around with huge amounts of cash without anyone asking me questions. I could take some money and leave, but how far would I get? In every sense of the word, I’m trapped.”

“I don’t like it,” Colton muttered, stabbing at his omelet.

“What’s there to like?” she asked with a bitter laugh. “It doesn’t concern you anyhow, so no need to worry. This is rather deep for a one-night-stand anyway.”

His eyes met hers. “I’m worried about you.”

“There’s no need for you to worry. You’ll go on with your life, and I’ll go on with mine. Besides, a woman like me can take of herself.”

She took another sip of her coffee, suddenly losing her appetite. It was foolish, perhaps. To want another life. Her father never let her want for anything—and that was possibly the entire problem. She had a social life and large allowance for her shopping sprees, for the travel he agreed to. She had men to guard her every movement. To chauffeur her around.

But freedom?

A choice as to how to live her own life?

She was a prisoner.

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