Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Every drawer of the dresser is stuffed to the brim.
I have so many tops, bottoms, bras, and panties, I may never have to do laundry again.
Not to mention all the things hanging in the closet next to his. There are dresses I’m pretty sure cost hundreds if not thousands of dollars.
Who needs this many clothes? It feels like a waste…
Again, I’m faced with the question—did Jude really buy all these things for me?
They’re all my size… but when did he have the time?
No, it definitely feels as if he had help somewhere.
And that causes a shiver to slither down my spine.
Who else is in on this fucked up situation?
Did they know what he was planning?
Or are they an innocent party?
Snatching up the first pair of leggings my hand touches, I shut the drawer and yank them up legs. Doing my best to shake the feeling that there are unknown, outside forces out there conspiring against me.
Forces that want me to be right where I am.
After what went down in the shower, it’s the last thing I need to be worrying about.
What I should be worrying about is how I’m going to break it to him that I’m not really in love with him.
It was all a lie.
Yeah… that’s totally going to go over well when he gets back…
Especially after the way he kept telling me how much he loves me when he took me a second time.
He was so over the damn moon, he was extremely tender and careful. Showering me with affection.
It was so… loving and sweet, so different than every other time, it still doesn’t seem real. Like I imagined it.
Am I imagining all of this?
Walking into the huge walk-in closet, I stop for a moment, my head spinning at everything around me.
It seriously looks like something you only see in the movies or on television. The clothes, the shoes, and the jewelry are neatly organized and on display.
The sheer amount of extravagance is breathtaking and unreal. It’s like he bought out an entire shop on Rodeo Drive and moved it all here.
Or at least what I imagine a shop on Rodeo Drive would look like…
It’s not like I’ve ever been there before.
Isn’t this always what you wanted? a little voice inside my head asks.
Yes.
I can’t lie to myself.
I’ve always wanted this. Who wouldn’t?
I just didn’t think it would cost me so much…
Like my own fucking sanity.
Running my fingers along the clothes hanging on my side, I note a distinct lack of baggy, oversized tee shirts.
I have no idea what he did with what I was wearing when he took me. For all I know they could have been turned into cleaning rags.
Sighing to myself, I grab a black tank top and cover myself up with a thin, blue zip-up jacket. Ignoring how even these two very basic pieces feel too luxurious and way out of my price range.
After shoving my feet into a pair of sneakers that need to be broken in, I walk back into the bathroom.
Wiping off the steam, I stare at myself in the mirror.
With the jacket zipped up, you can’t see all the bruises marking my throat. But they’re definitely still there.
Fading from blue and purple to an ugly shade of green.
I know from past experiences that in a few days they’ll turn yellow and be much harder to see.
I used to look forward to the yellow days…
Because the stares would stop when I went out.
I couldn’t afford the makeup I needed to cover the bruises when I had to leave the house to get the things Abel needed.
Kyle could never be counted on to do any errands. Everything, besides making the money, was left on my shoulders.
Now there’s two cabinets full of unopened luxury cosmetics at my disposal.
Oh, how times have changed for me.
I’ve gone from having bruises created by an abusive husband to having bruises created by a man who almost killed me.
A man who is doing his damnedest to impregnant me.
But hey, at least Jude doesn’t hit me out of anger.
I don’t have to worry about him suddenly snapping and deciding to backhand me because I said something smart.
With a start, my eyes widening at my reflection, I come to the sudden, terrifying realization that I’m not afraid of Jude.
Not like I was afraid of Kyle.
Yes, Jude hurt me, but he was justified in the moment…
Besides that one time, he’s not once made me feel like I have to tiptoe around him and be afraid to speak my mind.
Fuck, how many times did I cuss him out when he wouldn’t leave my house and all he did was smile? Like he thought it was funny?
I’ve never felt any fear when he holds Abel. I’ve felt worry, yes. Worry that he’d try to keep him or something. But no fear of him hurting him…