All those times I slept with Brad were fake. My life was a lie. And here I am in the arms of a man who could just as easily be playing me.
Am I being used again?
“Easy.” He’s hugging me now, cradling me against his chest with his cheek pressed to the side of my neck and his body curved into mine. He combs a hand through my hair, strokes my back, softly shushes me when I make a noise of distress. “Just breathe, bella. Shh.”
“I’m okay.”
“You’re not. And don’t lie to me again.”
His voice is both soft and hard, a caress and a command, letting me know in no uncertain terms that I can’t hide from him—and the next time I try, there will be consequences.
I push against his chest but he’s immovable. His arms around me turn into an iron band. He lowers his mouth to my ear and says in a low voi
