Needle&Thread:Please, Jethro. I’m begging you. Don’t throw me away like this.
Tuesday...
Needle&Thread:Are you okay? Did Cut hurt you? Please...I’m going out of my mind with worry.
Wednesday...
Needle&Thread:Message me, Kite. Please tell me this doesn’t change what happened between us.
Thursday...
Needle&Thread:I tried to ditch my security detail today to come save you. But they chased me down the motorway. I can’t get free. I need you to come get me if I mean anything to you at all.
Friday...
Needle&Thread:What did they do to you? Why won’t you reply?
Saturday...
Needle&Thread:Answer me, Jethro! Just a simple message to let me know you’re still alive. You owe me that at least.
Sunday...
Needle&Thread:The world thinks we’re certifiably crazy. I agree with them. What your family has done is wicked. But you aren’t. Don’t let them take you away from me...
No matter how many messages I sent, no matter how much I poured my heart into them, Jethro ignored me.
He’d cut me out completely.
* * * * *
Seventeen nights since I’d seen him.
Seventeen days since I’d talked to him.
Eighteen days since he’d loved me, cum inside me, and shown me how much I meant to him.
And now,nothing.
I lay in my queen-sized bed, staring at the ceiling where a purple chandelier glittered from the moonlight streaming in through open curtains.
Anger overrode my self-pity, and for the first time since I’d been home, I cursed Jethro Hawk.
“Damn you!” Staring again at my blank phone, I gave it one more moment to chime.Come on...
It never did.
With a wail, I tossed the device across my room. It clunked against the rug outside my private bathroom, glowing in the dark.
My room was big, but not nearly as large as my quarters at Hawksridge, and despite the strange blend of comfort and stress of being home, I couldn’t find peace.
My eyes drifted over my top-of-the-line treadmill in the corner, to my overflowing walk-in closet.
This room was a part of me.
But now it was an enemy.
Everyonewas an enemy. From work to strangers to family. I didn’t fit in anywhere. I didn’t even fit into my own thoughts.
