Page 116 of Betrayed in the Dark
I maneuver my way out from beneath his weight, quickly reaching for my discarded clothes. Eli stands, his chest heaving with so much force as he rests his hands on his hips, staring down at me.
“What’s going on, Madeleine?” he questions, his eyes never leaving me.
I shake my head, zipping up my skirt with a tremble in my fingers, looking away from him. “We shouldn’t have done that.” I feel his cum slide down my leg, adding fuel to the fire.
I need to get out of here.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“Enlighten me.”
“Because we didn’t use protection!” I snap, giving up on tucking in my shirt as my hands go in the air. My chest heaves with each breath I take, fury growing inside me.
How could I be so stupid?
“Shit.” He drags a hand down his face, remorse evident on his features. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I mean, that’s not an excuse, but I lose my head when I’m around you. I…fuck.” He lets out a deep breath, regarding me with so much concern in his eyes. “You’re on birth control, though, right?”
My fingers clench into fists at my side. “And how, may I ask, do you know that?”
“Your health records,” he says as if it should be obvious.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Who the fuck gave you permission to look at my health records?” The only semblance of relief I feel is knowing they don’t include outside hospital visitsand only pertain to information from our private doctors on the estate.
“As your bodyguard, it’s my job to know everything about you. I need to be able to take care of you if a situation arises—”
“I don’t need you to take care of me!” I shout, losing my patience.
I can’t believe we just did that.
He bends down to pull up his pants. “I’m clean if that’s the issue. I get tested at every physical. Besides, like I said to you in London, it’s only ever been—”
“That’s not what I’m concerned about!” I take a deep breath, trying but failing to rein in my anger.
“Then talk to me. Tell me what the problem is because we never used condoms before—”
“Forget it, Eli. You’re not the one who has to deal with the consequences. You never are.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Without answering, I finally tuck my shirt back inside my skirt, slide my feet into my heels, and smooth down my hair. I quickly turn and make my way for the door, but just as I wrap my fingers around the handle, Eli’s palm slams against the metal surface.
“This conversation isn’t over,” he states with force, his eyes drilling into me, tearing me apart from the inside out as he tries to read every thought passing through my head.
“Yes, it is.” I shove past him, open the door, and walk out, leaving him behind as he scrambles to get the rest of his clothes on.
Striding down the stairs toward the back exit, I open the door to find Reginald waiting for me.
At the sight of me, a frown appears on his face. “Is everything okay?” he asks, concern tinged in his words.
I swallow hard and force a smile. “Everything is fine. I’d like to go home now.”
“Will Mr. Lyon be joining us?” His eyes dart to the door as if he’s expecting Eli to appear.
“No, he won’t be.”
After I slide into the back seat, Reginald pulls away from the curb. I glance out the back window and see the door crash open and Eli standing there with a thunderous storm brewing in his beautiful eyes.
