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“I don’t know.” I shrugged, suddenly feeling at a loss for words. “Ifyouaren’t willing to confront her, then maybe it’s timesomebodyshould.”

Maybe that somebody should be me. After all, I wasn’t going to proceed with this problem in the same unconstructive way that Cyburn apparently wanted to handle it.

He pretty much refused to deal with the issue head on. He was in denial, but I was hellbent on making sure Amada didn’t crush my spirit and ruin my chances with a great guy just because she was too jealous to move on with her life.

Maybe it was time for someone to put her in her place. If I had to step up to the plate, then so be it.

ChapterTwelve

CARMELA

Iwas walking from the mess hall after having breakfast. I was lost in my own thoughts, headed to the maintenance room to help Silver do some routine checking up on a few of the robots we currently had in processing.

This was the time of day when we determined whatever modifications would need to be made to the robots that were almost ready to be synched to our system and turned on for active duty to the ship.

If everything looked good with any given robot, we would take the next steps in the completion of the construction process.

If there were problems or issues to work out, we would log those kinks into the system servers to be worked on and ironed out later. Everything we did was logged into the system for reference and proof that it was noted and was being taken care of, even if it was for a later date.

I was excited for this new beginning, both in the job aspect, and with Cyburn. Things were going so well with him.

He was being so sweet with me, a true gentleman. He was trying to make me feel welcome here aboard his ship, and often I overheard him talking to his crew subordinates, reinforcing to them that they should be kind to me because all of this was a culture shock to me. He often told them to be patient with me because I was human and needed time to adapt and adjust to the way things were run on the ship.

Cyburn successfully commanded those on board the ship, but he also commanded things in the bedroom — in the most sensational way. I was constantly lusting after him and having incredible flashbacks to the times where we had private romps in his private quarters.

I often found myself daydreaming during the day about how he had absolutely nailed me and rearranged my insides from the night before.

It was quite exquisite, and every time we had sex, I longed for a time where he would fuck the living daylights out of me again, making me forget who I was or what I was doing because the only thing I could focus on was how hot and steamy our sex was.

Ialwaysreached orgasm with Cyburn — often more than once during a single session. He had me bewildered and dazed with desire and longing. I was falling madly, deeply in love with him.

I was obsessed with our lovemaking, and each time we did it, it bumped up my craving for it evenmoreintensely. It seemed to get better each time as we learned each other’s bodies and rhythms. We were comfortable with each other. I was drawn to his masculinity and his protective possessiveness over me.

Whether it was inside or outside of the bedroom, I always appreciated him looking out for me and standing up for me when it was necessary.

Although I also felt like I could take care of myself. I wanted to prove to him that I had strength and could defend myself when I needed to.

It was vitally important for me to show him my independent side, because if I couldn’t even stand up formyself, then how was I supposed to stand up for the others on this ship when it came to fighting off the Belic? I wanted to show my inner badass, strong woman side. I’d been perfecting it my entire life, up until I had been abducted on that fateful Boston evening.

I needed that independence to shine through, especially around those on the ship who weren’t exactly friendly with me.

I had one foe in particular, Amada, who was so bitter toward my and Cyburn’s blossoming relationship that it was starting to noticeably affect her job capabilities. It was like she had tunnel vision and the only responsibility she wanted to participate in was to make sure I was suffering.

Speaking of which, as I was lost in my own little world walking down the corridor, just thinking about the lovely breakfast and make-out session I’d just enjoyed with Cyburn directly outside the mess hall, I unfortunately encountered Amada.

Immediately, I knew it was going to be an uncomfortable confrontation. I wished I could just quickly spin on my heel and start briskly walking in the opposite direction, but I couldn’t because she would notice. This was part of my whole ‘stand up for myself’ tactic.

I wasn’t going to run away from Amada. I wasn’t necessarily scared of her, and it was important that I showed her that. Silver had told me before that if I showed weakness around Amada, that she would prey on it — metaphorically she would chew me up and spit me out.

I wasn’t a victim, and I mostcertainlywasn’t going to become Amada’s punching bag when she wanted to let out all her frustrations.

As soon as Amada and I made eye contact, her scowl became prominent. Her perfect jawline tightened, and she straightened her posture rigidly.

She lifted her chin as if to show she was better than me and believed it wholeheartedly to her core. Her eyes narrowed and her glare pierced through me. Her nostrils flared and she started walking faster in my direction.

I kept my same, reasonable pace, but stiffened. I too held my head high and proud and squared my shoulders defiantly, even if I didn’t feel as confident about the situation as I hoped I looked.

As Amada began to pass me, she swooped into my ‘lane’ so to speak, and intentionally bumped her shoulder outwardly-aggressively into mine.

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