My heart starts to pound as my breathing becomes more erratic, and when he pushes me over the edge, my body clenches around his and to my complete amazement, he stops. He thrusts once more inside me then holds it there, waiting for me to ride my wave and feel every ounce of release his body just gave me.
It’s perfect, it’s what I want every guy to do when I cum, it’s what—
No. No. No. There’s no way.
“It is me,” he whispers in my ear, answering the question flying through my brain, and I jump up, trying to push him off me.
He moves, and I push myself back on the bed, but he doesn’t let me get too far. He grabs my wrist and turns it over, revealing my tattoo. I sit, frozen in fear, as he removes his thick watch, uncovering his matching one.
“It’s me, Evangeline,” he says in his real voice, and I gasp in recognition.
I always loved the way he said my name and knowing I’d never hear it again is another reason why I changed it to Angie. Hearing it now, though, I’ve never been so lost, so scared, so completely out of my mind that I don’t know what to do.
So I do what I know best.
I run.
I run naked to the exit, grabbing my wrap dress and running out, not even bothering to look for my shoes.
“Evangeline, stop!” Cole yells from the open door of his car as he runs after me outside the club.
“No. Go away, Cole!” I yell as I run down the street to where I’m parked, still pulling together my dress.
The bouncer runs after me as well. “Sir, you need to back off,” he yells to Cole.
I reach my car and turn to see Cole twenty feet away holding his hands up, saying, “Evangeline, talk to me. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
“This is all your fault!” I yell back.
“Sir,” the bouncer warns, and Cole takes another step back.
“What did I do? Talk to me,” Cole begs.
“I had no intention of coming back to this club. I was willing to give us a go. To only be with you. But you went and fucked up. You pushed me to come back.”
“What are you talking about?” he yells.
“I would have never come back. I would have never known. I didn’t want to know,” I cry out, falling to my knees in front of my car.
“Know what?” Cole plays dumb, but if only he knew how really fucked up this is.
“About me,” Carter yells out as he calmly walks around the corner.
Cole looks at Carter who, for the first time, doesn’t have his mask on, and I see it. It’s really him. He’s changed a lot. Much bigger and his head is close shaven, but deep down, I know it’s him.
The bouncer looks around, trying to figure out the situation.
Carter tries to run to me, but the bouncer stops him. “I don’t think so,” he says.
“I need to talk to her,” Carter announces.
“You need to stay away,” Cole demands.
“What the fuck, Cole? You don’t know? This is her. The girl I’ve talked about for all these years.”
“I know!” he yells back.
“You knew?” I scream out. “How could you possibly know? Oh my God, that’s why you tried to kick him out of the club.”
