Larisa woke up in the hotel room and just like the night before, she was alone in the big bed…making her feel as though everything that happened last night was but a damn dream.
She knew it wasn’t. The band-aid on her arm was proof enough…that, and the fact that she was lying on the very same bed he'd patched her up on.
She sat up, throwing the sheets she had been neatly tucked in off her, and sliding off the bed. She looked around, immediately noticing a sticky note that was glued to the bedside table.
She slowly picked it up, squinting at the words. ‘I had to leave early for work. Take the phone with you, it’s yours now. I’ll call you later.’
Larisa’s hand trembled as she picked up the phone, gripping it tight in her hand…why was…?
Did he do this to taunt her? Because he knew she ha
