Chapter Nine
The texts started almost immediately. I just knew Merrick wouldn’t be amused by them.
To: Merrick
You may think you can run away after having extremely fabulous s*x in an elevator—something I hadn’t even thought of adding to my bucket list, but which I’m putting on now just so I can cross it off—but you can’t deny the connection we have.
From: Merrick
Fifteen minutes. I’m surprised you lasted that long before using my phone number. What part of “don’t contact me unless it’s an emergency” was unclear?
To: Merrick
This *is* an emergency. I need to know where you are going.
From: Merrick
Why?
To: Merrick
Because I’m your freakin’ Beloved, that’s why. Well, almost. I would be if you had let me bite you.
From: Merrick
I’m going to Nice. That’s all you need to know.
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