Page 1 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

Prologue

Dylan

My head is pounding when I wake up. My neck is stiff and my back hurts. What the fuck happened?

I open my eyes, but the light makes the pain so much worse. I squeeze my eyes closed for a second before I open them again.

That’s weird. I’m in my office at work, but I never stay here. Usually, I leave work when I start getting tired, not when I’m so tired that I might do something like fall asleep at my desk...

I was working on payroll, and then I don’t remember anything after that. Thankfully, I have a couch in my office.

When I go to sit up, I see that my pants are down to my ankles and my dick is hanging out.

I look around the room, and see a used condom on the floor, and what looks like a purse beside the door. I scramble to stand, and head to the bathroom to look in the mirror. There is lipstick on my shirt and makeup on my neck.

The door to the bathroom bursts open, and I turn around to look at my men in horror.

“I don’t know what the fuck happened last night,” I whisper.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Braxton asks.

Before either of them can talk, the door to my office opens and, to my horror, Helen walks in.

“I just forgot my purse,” she says, grabbing it. She blows me a kiss and winks before walking out.

I shake my head, “What?”

“Helen!” Easton shouts angrily.

I shake my head again. “I’m telling you guys. I don’t remember. I was working on payroll, and then I woke up to this mess. I didn’t drink last night. I would remember if I fucked that evil bitch.”

They look at the condom on the floor, and then back at me. My pants are still around my ankles.

“We need to get your blood checked. If you didn’t drink, then Helen had to have done something,” Braxton states.

As his words sink in, I run to the toilet to throw up but nothing comes up.

Everything becomes a blur after that as I continue to take in his words. If you didn’t drink, then

Helen had something to do with it. What the fuck did she do to me?

My men help me wash up before they have a doctor come to our house. I didn’t want to go to the emergency room to get my blood checked, and sometimes we have a doctor on call for us. Thankfully, he’s there waiting to take my blood as soon as we get to our penthouse.

“I’ll go run this right now, and I’ll have the results in a few hours,” the doctor says, giving me a pitying look.

I ignore it, and drop my head in my hands.

“How could this have happened?” I mumble into my hands. I feel arms wrap around me from both sides.

“I don’t know what she was trying to accomplish, but she won’t get away with this,” Easton growls out.

I lean into them and take the support they are offering.

I have a feeling that we are going to see Helen again.

She did this for a reason.

I know it.

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