Page 94 of Enemies

I take the stairs two at a time to my room. The bed is empty, the sheets rumpled.

I pace down the hall to the room at the other end, bypassing every other door as if they don’t exist.

Hers is ajar, and that small crack of light fills me with trepidation.

I open the door, and my heart stops. There’re no messes, no clothes. No computer. No bottle of pills.

The closet is empty, save the dress and shoes I bought her to attend Christian’s party.

Impossible.

The woman I slept with last night. The one I sacrificed for, the one I denied the man who owns the club I want more than anything else in the world for…

She’s fucking gone.

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