Page 69 of Catch Me
Even as confusion reigns supreme, I fight to orient myself, the sound of Andreas’ voice brings an instant smile to my lips. That is, until I realize what’s happening.
I’m naked in his bed, in the middle of the night, yet he’s across the room whispering into the phone. Like he’s talking to someone he doesn’t want me to know about.
The pit in my stomach starts to open up.
You knew this was a terrible idea.
Of course he has other women he’s talking to. He’s a damn Hollywood star.
What did you expect?
The ugly, negative thoughts fill my mind, not giving me time to process them all, or what Andreas continues to say. He’s stillon the phone, his back to me, dressed in only a pair of black boxer briefs.
The blackout curtains aren’t entirely closed, which allows some light to stream through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I watch the outline of his perfectly sculpted back up from his tapered waist until my gaze reaches the back of his shoulders.
A slight gasp releases from me as I take in the scratches there, slightly red and angry. My eyes widen as I realize I’m the one who put them there.
“Damn.”
I don’t mean to say the curse out loud, but that doesn’t stop Andreas from hearing it. He spins around to face the bed, those beautifully sharp, hazel eyes landing on me. In spite of the confusion and doubt rummaging my body, I shiver from having his attention on me.
I have to force myself to remember that he’s the one on the phone with a woman in the middle of the night while I haven’t even left his bed yet.
He doesn’t have the decency to look guilty or ashamed. Instead, he continues to hold the phone to his ear as he begins to take long strides toward the bed. While my eyes want to continue to ogle his body in all of its glory, I refuse to allow them that pleasure.
I sit up in the bed, making sure my body is covered while I narrow my eyes at him.
“I’m still here,” he says in a low voice, to whoever’s on the phone. But when he gets to the bed, he reaches out as if attempting to push a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
I immediately pull away.
Andreas’ face falls before it darkens. Though his hand remains suspended in the air, he doesn’t try to touch me again.
“If you’re going to talk to one of your other women, the least you could do is leave the room while I’m still sleeping,” I say.
His forehead wrinkles in what I take for confusion before he pulls the phone away from his ear, staring at it for a beat, and then looks back at me.
A slow grin creeps across his too-handsome face.
“That’s awesome, twin, but I have to go,” he says into the phone.
Did he just call the other person twin?
I shake my head because maybe that’s some odd pet name he has for the other woman he’s sleeping with.
My stomach twists with regret.
“Love you,” he says before pausing for a beat. Was he waiting for the woman to say it back before hanging up?
I push out a huff of air and rip the covers off of my body.
“What are you doing?” he asks while taking a seat on the side of the bed and resting his hand across my body, making it more difficult for me to get up.
“Going home.” I don’t look at him. “Excuse me?” I ask tersely.
“It’s after two in the morning.”
“So?”
