I’m so confused.
“Should I not have asked you this?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t know, Sailor. Isn’t it weird? He’s your ex…”
“Yeah, but barely. It was never that serious.”
“To him it was…”
Shit.
“I guess you’re right.”
“Look, I don’t have an issue with him being your ex. I have no reason to be jealous or anything. I believe everything you say, and I know you’re into Jaxon and not him. But are we sure he’s over you? Are you sure he’s not just doing this as a way to get back at you or something?”
I hadn’t thought of that…
“Honestly, Amelia, I don’t think he would do that. He’s not that kind of person. Things got weird for a little while, but that was Jaxon’s fault. Sam is a good guy, and seriously, I don’t think he would do something like that. I’ve known him for years. But also… it doesn’t need to be serious. It doesn’t need to be anything. You can also say no.”
It’s silent again for a little while, then she says, “Fuck it. You’re right! Why am I thinking we need to get married or something?” She laughs. “Give it to him. What’ll it hurt?”
“Yes!” I shout,.
She’s still laughing.
“I’m getting off the phone now so I can text him. When he reaches out, you better tell me or I’ll murder you!”
Her laughing gets louder, and through it, she says, “Bye,” and the call ends.
I go back to my texts and forward Sam Amelia’s number.
Then I sit on the couch and watch TV with a smile on my face for the rest of the night.
I hardly sleep because I’m too excited. Between thinking about Sam and Amelia talking—he texted her right away—and meeting with Jaxon—er, Shadow?—tomorrow night, I can’t seem to relax. But I need to sleep because I’m going to be up late. The plan is to meet Jaxon at an abandoned factory at eleven, when it’s quiet and no one is around.
It’s possible homeless people live there and it could be packed with people, but I guess we will have to take that chance. I’mwilling to risk it, and it seems he is too. I’m sure Jaxon knows the exact place I’m talking about, and if there were an issue with it, he’d come up with some excuse not to do it. I know him and the way he thinks. He won’t put me in danger.
When I finally fall asleep, I dream of being chased. I can’t see the face of the person coming after me, but I keep running, knowing I have to get away. Something about this feels more dangerous than the game we’ve been playing. Something makes me think this isn’t Jaxon.
I run faster, pumping my arms and legs as hard as I can, yet it seems like I’m not moving at all. It feels like I’m running in place, my bare feet slapping on the cement.
A large hand comes around my neck, yanking me back. My feet come off the ground, and then I’m on it, landing hard on my back. The person is above me. We’re nose to nose, but they’re wearing a mask… a ski mask.
Just like the one Jaxon wore.
Just like the one Shadow wore.
Was it the same one?
How could I have known that it was? They all look the same. It was dark. Would it have mattered? I don’t know. I was thrilled not knowing who Shadow was, but if I had known it was Jaxon then, what would I have done?
I’m not sure because I wasn’t ready to be with Jaxon then. I wasn’t ready to forgive him. I needed time, and now that I’ve had it, I understand what this is. But then? I may have panicked. And it could have ruined everything.
The man on top of me lets out a low growl, and my pussy pulses, arching up to feel his body. He chuckles, running his nose along my jaw.
