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Holding my phone in my palm, I hover over Brew’s name. I haven’t seen him since he stormed out of here yesterday.
I start typing him a message, but backspace over it several times. Taking a breath, I need to be sure I’m really ready for what I’m about to put in writing. That I’m ready to take the leap.
That I want Brew.
I’m becoming addicted to how he makes me feel, and when he touches me I want to melt into his arms. All the darkness goes away. I know I should stand on my own two feet, and I have, for so, so long, but it’s exhausting.
I stare down at the phone and push send.
There is no going back now.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Brew
Erica
I’m ready
I stare at her words, then another text comes through.
Erica
That wasn’t meant to be cryptic. I thought about what you said, and you’re wrong. I do want you in my life. The good. The bad. The ugly. I’m not scared
Does she even know what she’s agreeing to?
Still, as I read the words, I’m so ready for her. So fucking ready. My sweet, beautiful Erica.
Pure as the driven snow, and I’m gonna corrupt her.Iam gonna be the one to show her what a real man is like. Not like that cocksucking asshole she was married to.
I never want to see fear in her eyes, but I also want to be the man who she runs to. I can be that for her if she lets me. Thetrouble is, I’m so closed off, she has no real clue how I operate. How much I do feel.
Me
You have no idea what you just agreed to
I hope her pulse is racing. I hope those cheeks are flushed, because I meant everything I said.
I’m not a good guy. She might think I am, but what kind of sick bastard enjoys blood on their hands? I’m fucked up, and now I’m dragging her into this world right along with me.
Erica
I think I’ll take my chances
I check the security camera on my phone and see her sitting at her desk. I’m not a total creep, the cameras are pointing toward the reception area where the customers stand on the other side of the counter, but I can see her.
Me
You might live to regret that
I can’t help my smile. If I had my way with her? I’d be the luckiest man on earth, but this isn’t just about sex. Erica ismine.
CHAPTER
TWENTY
