While the vehicle cruises along the street, Frank slides his hand back between my legs and caresses me.“Such a sweet, juicy cunt.Let’s get you ready for my cock.”
Closing my eyes, I pretend I’m on the beach with Liam, watching the waves crash on the sand.I imagine him telling me he loves me, getting down on one knee and asking me to marry him.
I pretend all of this is different.
But it’s not the wet of the ocean sliding down my face, its tears.Liam can’t save me right now.And it’s unlikely he’s going to want me now he knows I’ve put myself in this position a second time.
He’ll blame me.
God, even I blame myself.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LIAM
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“Jess!”I open the backdoor and glance out at the yard after not finding her inside.
Last week I was greeted by my beautiful girl on her knees.After the weekend we had, I truly I was expecting it.Still, the house is very quiet, the kitchen is spotless, TV off, her room empty.
I checked mine in case she’d decided to go all sex kitten on me and tie herself to my headboard.
Nope.
I step outside and glance around the yard, expecting she’ll appear.She doesn’t.
Taking a few steps towards the fence, I listen for her voice next door.She made friends with old man Myers, who is a retired Sergeant, on Sunday afternoon after carrying his cat over there.His TV is up loud, so I doubt she’s there.
Darting back inside, I check her bags are still here, and they are.
I call her.No answer.
I call again.No answer.
So I text.
