Page 16 of Captive Bride

“Well, there she is,” Merc says. “She’s fucking beautiful that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, she is,” I say almost absentmindedly.

They’re talking to me, but my mind’s going absolutely fucking crazy.

All I see is her. Suddenly, she’s the only thing that exists for me, and I don’t know why.

“Do you see the guy she has to marry? Some life, huh?” Benny says.

I want to agree with him. I do agree with him. But I ridiculously feel jealous and possessive over this beautiful angel I see on stage.

This isn’t me. I don’t become attached. I never feel this way.

Merc is saying, “The Governor is pretty much what we could expect. I’ve heard about him, but I never imagined he could be so vile in real-life. Poor girl.”

Yeah right, poor girl.

The problem is I wish she were mine.

A fire burns in my heart, and I don’t know why. But one thing is sure—it’s inescapable.

I’m going to have to face these feelings at some point. I can’t tear my eyes away from her. I see her move out from under his grasp as they leave the stage.

He doesn’t even notice. He’s so enraptured by the attention and the applause that he just goes into the crowd and starts to mingle.

Fucking asshole.

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