Page 80 of All Your Lies
Regret washes over me in an instant when I feel the sensation of something wet and gooey. I shriek and throw them down before rubbing my hand against my dress repeatedly. I almost give myself a rug burn but don’t care in the slightest as long as I get that off my hand.
What the fuck.
“I’ll give you five minutes to collect your clothes and anything else you want to bring. You’re coming home with me.” His jaw tightens, and the gun in his right hand trembles as he instructs me.
The idea of objecting enters my thoughts, but the intensity in his eyes makes me think twice. I can sense the simmering rage just beneath the surface, and I have no desire to provoke it right now.
“Okay. But I’ll leave the clothes. I want nothing on my body that this person has touched.”
Gage nods his head. “We’ll go shopping tomorrow. Five minutes.”
“You can take the first room on the right. It was Ro’s when she stayed here. I have to make a few calls.” He turns, walks into his office, and shuts the door.
I ascend the stairs to the room which will be mine and settle on the bed’s edge. With my body trembling and my stomach still experiencing the sickening sensation from my place being ransacked, I cross my arms over my stomach and lean over, taking deep breaths until it passes.
Why would someone do this to me? I haven’t had time to make any enemies.
The disgusting display on my bed made it personal. The person responsible has to be the same person who’s been following me and leaving roses at my door. And their behavior is becoming more extreme and brazen. I’m terrified of what their next move will be.
There’s a light tap on the door, and I raise my eyes to see Gage. “I’m sure you want to shower and sleep. I can give you some of my clothes until tomorrow.”
“Okay.”
I rise and trail behind him down the hall and into his walk-in closet. He retrieves an oversized black shirt and a pair of his black boxer briefs from a drawer and hands them to me.
“You can take a shower in here. I don’t think I have anything in the other bathroom for you to use.”
“Okay,” I whisper, my gaze falling upon the clothes in my trembling hands.
His index and middle finger gently lift my face to meet his gaze. “Hey, everything will be okay.”
Tears fill my eyes as I gaze up at him, making it hard to see, but I nod.
With a gentle tug on my arm, he pulls me into his warm embrace. His powerful arms wrap around me, holding me close as my head finds its place against his chest. I breathe in deeply and anchor myself to the safety he provides.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“I got you,” he says as he kisses the top of my head. “I always got you.”
As I wake up later, the darkness of the room envelops me. I reach for my phone on the nightstand and see it’s a little past two in the morning. After a long struggle to initially fall asleep, I’m now fully awake, extremely tired, and can’t close my eyes.
Somewhere in the house, a gentle tune plays, its notes barely audible but enough to capture my attention. I peel the covers away from my warm body and shiver as the cool air hits my skin, peering down the dimly lit hall.
A soft, warm light spills out from Gage’s room. With light footsteps, I make my way to his room and cautiously peer inside. He sits with his back against his headboard and his laptop on hislap. From the furrowed brow and thunderous typing, he seems like he’s busy, so I turn around.
“Hey, are you okay?”
I turn back toward him. “I can’t sleep.”
“You can come in here if you’d like.” He pats the other side of the bed. “I have a little work to do, but you can watch TV.”
“That’s okay. Maybe I can sit and listen to music while you work, though?”
“Of course,” he says as he places his laptop on his duvet and moves to the other side of the bed while I stand there, watching his every move.
As his sweatpants dangle loosely from his hips, I can’t help but admire the alluring contours of his body, now illuminated by the gentle glow. He’s dangerously perfect. His body is like a loaded gun. Smooth but hard. Lethal and deadly, depending on the one who’s holding it, and Gage knows that. Making him the most dangerous person of all. The thought of him being my husband makes heat appear on my cheeks.
He walks to his mini fridge and pulls out a water bottle before walking it over to me.
