Page 107 of Triple Pucked
He peered into my face.
He had to be able to see my guilt.
I couldn’t breathe. My hands clenched at my sides.
Would he shout? Hit me? Throw me out into the garden for the night?
“All right.” D’Angelo scrutinized me. “Just know that you can tell me anything, cucciolo. You’re not alone in this. No matter what Blythe has tried to make you think, you’re safe now.”
Except, are any of ussafe?
I glance at Robyn, as she drags me enthusiastically down the corridor.
She is dressed in a cobalt blue satin dress that falls over her bloody gorgeous curves.
She looks stunning.
I wish that I’d pulled on something better than my simple red t-shirt and joggers, but Eden had me working out in the gym with him this morning.
The mansion’s gym is incredible. How have I got so lucky that my boyfriend’s house has a home gym, which is better than the college one that Eden and I used to clean in order to be allowed to work out in it for free?
“How many bedrooms does one man need?” Robyn pushes another door open to reveal a pretty turquoise bedroom. “I bet D’Angelo has never even been in here.”
“Then we should christen it,” I offer.
Robyn slams the door. “I want to explore more. I kind of feel that we’re going to find a hidden enchanted rose or something.”
“Our Beast has been keeping this wing quiet. Bloody hell, I never thought that I would be living somewhere with wings.”
“We are being kept captive by our Beast too.” Robyn pulls out of my grip, walking faster down the corridor. “He’s gone into some kind of uber protective mode. Did you see the extra security that he’s hired outside the gates? You’re going to feel like a Hollywood star with all your bodyguards ferrying you back and forth from the rink. D’Angelo doesn’t even want us going into the mansion’s grounds.”
I hurry after Robyn, as guilt makes my guts churn.
This is my fault.
They’re all having their lives turned upside down because of Blythe.
What the bloody hell does Blythe want from me?
She didn’t want me before. Surely, she can’t want me back.
Or is this like the ace of hearts: All about punishment?
Is she angry because I’m a success now? Because D’Angelo has stopped her from treating anyone else like she did me?
I made the decision to stop responding to her. But has that just made things worse for everyone?
Would she truly injure me? Kill me?
I love you to death,
And I’m coming for you…
I shudder, stuffing my hands into my pockets against the cool of the morning. “He’s doing the right thing. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you, love. I won’t let you be hurt.”
Surprised, Robyn glances over her shoulder at me. “I won’t let her hurt you either. I may not be violently obsessive, know how to write creepy as fuck poetry, or be able to hurl sex toys with frightening accuracy, but I will still kick Blythe’s ass if she continues to harass you.”
Instantly, I feel lighter.
