Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“Who is this person?” Beau’s voice is perfectly normal, but I hear the rage underlying it. It’s white-hot for him, even if he’s not showing it.
I swallow past the bile that burns up my throat. “My ex-boyfriend.”
“Do you have a protective order against him?”
“You mean a restraining order?” I clarify.
“Yes.”
“No,” I answer.
Why didn’t I get one? It was complicated. I wanted to involve the police as little as possible. But I can’t stand here and explain it all to Beau at the moment. I can’t take a chance that he wouldn’t think I’m the bad guy in this situation and turn me in. I barely know him, and I can’t trust him either. Although, somehow, it doesn’t feel like that. It feels more like he’s ready to rip Aiden the Anus a new…well, anus.
All I have to do is ask.
Jesus, it’s so tempting. Then again, can anyone actually turn him into a bigger anus than he already is? Because he’s a monstrous butthole.
“But you don’t want him here?”
“No. I—I don’t know how he even found me,” I mutter.
Beau nods. He doesn’t seem surprised that I’m hiding from this mega-jerk. Instead, he cracks his knuckles, which makes Aiden squirm in the chair. Aiden doesn’t just bite down on his lower lip. He practically gnaws it off. And I watch as he starts to shake. Physically, he’s no match for Beau since he’s about four inches shorter, and I can’t even guess how many pounds lighter.
His weapon was never his size. It was his brain. His devious, evil, horrible, devoid of morals and scruples brain.
Beau turns back around, and his look is so feral that I swear Aiden just about pees himself. Jesus, even I want to pee myself a little. And I’m also slightly…turned on. I know I shouldn’t be, but there’s something about a hot, muscly man going all feral and protective for you, especially when you’ve heretofore had to look out for yourself and try and figure out all your own problems, that gets a girl hot in the ovaries. I know it’s not okay, and I’m okay with it not being okay. I think.
You know what? I need a moment over here. This is all too much. I’m still in shock over Aiden finding me and Beau coming out all alpha male like he cares.
I know he doesn’t.
He’s just doing me a solid.
Maybe he has extra aggression he’s been dying to take out on society’s super sleezebags. Or maybe he fights crime by night in his regular life, on nights when he’s not hot bedding by contract with me.
He’s definitely the only guy in the world, contract or not, who has ever stood up for me. In the years Aiden and I were together, he never once had my back. He never made me feel special. I hate that I didn’t even realize it when I was with him. When the sky fell in, it shocked me so badly because I never saw it coming. I didn’t even realize the extent to which Aiden had been using me and really abusing me as well.
“Alright, Turdbag.” Jesus. I think I might have just fallen head over heels in love with this man. But it’s just a saying. It makes my heart pound to hear Beau use the very same moniker I apply to Aiden. “You’re going to tell me why you’re here. If I don’t like your answer…well, let’s just hope I do.”
There’s no way he’s going to like any answer Aiden gives him.
Especially not when his eyes literally fill up with frightened tears, and he stammers out a whole story about how he’s been trying to find me and get me back for the past ten months. Christ, he spins it like I disappeared into thin air, and he’s been broken-hearted.
Then, he turns to me and drops the biggest kicker of all. “I—I love you, Sam.”
Ugh, barf. I’m not immature enough to make fake gagging sounds, but they almost happen for real.
“I have a feeling the sentiment isn’t mutual.” Beau’s intuition happens to be correct. “She would like you to leave right now and never come back.”
Aiden turns his tear-filled eyes my way. There was a time in my life when I would have done anything for this man. Freaking anything. But he repaid that love and trust by stealing my identity and using it to hurt other people. Let’s just say sometimes it sucks having a unisex name, and I’ve never in my life gone by Samandra because who on the good and wide earth names their daughter such a wild thing? I’m sorry to my parents because I love them, but I don’t know what on earth they were thinking. Samandra is such a weird and long name to say. So, yeah. I’ve always been Sam. I thought I’d always be Sam. But then I had to go into hiding to escape probable criminal charges as well as this man, and I was forced to reinvent myself as Ignacia. I didn’t choose the name. It was given to me by a friend of a friend of a friend who made the fake IDs.