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But not joined.
I jolted up, my balls aching. And my fucking cock hard as metal.
Autumn must have rolled over and was now facing me. She was still fast asleep, her lips slightly parted, and her breaths came out even and shallow. She looked so damn peaceful. So opposite of me. My own dreams were always disconnected images of shit I’ve done. Things I couldn’t remember when awake. Things I’d probably never remember.
My throat tightened and my gaze found her again. That familiar ache in my chest, the pain that always lived there slowly eased.
Autumn healed my invisible scars and she didn’t even know it.
There was no good version of my life without her in it.
Chapter29
Autumn
Iwoke up to rumpled sheets and the scent of sandalwood and spice in the air. How did I end up in his bed? I had gone to sleep in the guest bedroom. Being too close to him, never mind sleeping in his bed, was too tempting to break my resolve.
And that would leave a bad taste in my mouth. After everything that had happened between us.
At least Alessio was gone. I heard him get up at the crack of dawn and leave. Burying my face in the pillow, the images from my dream last night flashed through my mind.
Jesus.
Less than a day back in Montréal, and I was already in Alessio’s bed. Dreaming of sucking him off. Not that he didn’t reciprocate in that fantasy.
Ugh.
My whole body heated up. How could I have let my mind go so far last night? I had to remember that he was a cheater. I had to find a way to get out of this mess.
He did say he was sorry after his father’s funeral,my soft heart whispered. The stupid heart. He left it vague. ‘I’m sorry’ explained nothing.
I shot out of bed and got ready. I threw on a pair of jeans and a rust colored sweater, along with a pair of boots just in the nick of time before Kol woke up.
When I stepped into Kol’s room, I found him sitting in the middle of the bed, smiling and wide awake.
“There is my handsome boy,” I beamed at him. “Are you ready to go see Grandma and Grandpa?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
I grinned. “I’ll shoot them a message and ask them to fix us breakfast and strong coffee. Yeah?”
A nod.
Twenty minutes later, Kol and I were in the lobby, his small hand in mine, our steps slow and making our way for the exit, when a towering frame blocked my way out.
“Umm, excuse me,” I muttered and tried to side-step him. He blocked my way again. “Hey!”
“Where are you going?” he demanded to know and I frowned.
“None of your business,” I hissed. I recognized him from four years ago. “Now get out of my way before I call the police,” I threatened, already pulling out my phone and my finger hovering over the screen.
“Boss didn’t say you were going anywhere,” he muttered.
My fingers stilled over the first number. “Boss?”
I knew what he meant. Or rather who he meant. But I couldn’t believe that the asshole would keep me prisoner.
“Alessio.”
