Unfortunate.
I press a soft kiss to her temple, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her thigh.
“You’re incredible. I would love to just stay like this, but we should probably get our clothes back on.”
“You’re right.” I watch as Amelia stands, a soft gasp escaping her lips as I slip out of her letting my cum glide out of her and down her thigh.
I want to push it back inside her with my cock.
Reaching for a tissue on the dresser next to me, I clean her, then myself, before disposing of the evidence in the bathroom. When I return, Amelia is already dressed again.
I feel a surge of pride at her thoroughly fucked appearance.
I did that.
Amelia’s smile warms me as I approach her, and I can’t resist pulling her close for a kiss, whispering against her lips, “That was amazing.”
“It was. Such a good thing you found me,” she murmurs, her voice filled with affection.
The words send a pang of guilt through me, twisting in my chest like a knife. My expression falters, and I can see the change register in Amelia’s eyes. They narrow, studying me with a critical intensity that makes me want to look away. But I force myself to meet her gaze, knowing I owe her that much.
“Right… exactlyhowdid you find me? How did you know where I was?” she asks, her tone shifting from warmth to wariness.
God, I fucked up.
“Amelia, I—” I try to explain, my words coming out hesitant and fumbling.
She takes a step back, creating a physical distance that mirrors the emotional chasm I feel opening between us. Her face clouds with suspicion, and I see the trust I’ve just managed to build back up starting to crumble.
“How did you know I was there, Grey?” Her voice is sharp now, demanding answers.
I swallow hard, knowing that the truth will hurt her, but unable to lie. The words feel heavy on my tongue as I confess, “When you were attacked, I installed a tracker app on your phone. I only used it once before, when you went to London, but I was looking for you earlier and couldn’t find you, and I panicked, so I checked it. I’m sorry. If you give me your phone, I’ll uninstall it right now.”
The hurt that blooms in Amelia’s eyes is like a physical blow. Her brows furrow, and I see tears welling up, threatening to spill over. My heart aches, and I instinctively reach for her, wanting to comfort her, to explain, to make it right somehow. But she pulls away, her body language closing off as she wraps her arms around herself protectively.
“You told me totrust you,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, but each word strikes me like a thunderbolt. “You said you would never overstep my boundaries again. You said this would stop.You said no more secrets.”
The accusation in her tone is unmistakable, and I want to defend myself, to explain that I only did it out of concern for her safety, but I know that any excuses I make now will only sound hollow. I’ve broken her trust, and the realization of what that might mean for us fills me with a cold dread.
I’m at a loss for words as Amelia moves toward the door. My heart races, and a cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. Instinctively, I follow her, my feet moving of their own accord, but she turns on her heel, holding up a finger. Her eyes, usually so warm, are now cold and hard. “Don’t follow me like thefucking stalker you are,” she spits out, her voice laced with venom.
She leaves, slamming the door behind her, and all I want is to chase after her, to explain, to beg for forgiveness. But my body is torn between following her and respecting her wishes. Fate intervenes as my phone vibrates on the piano, the sound jarring in the sudden silence. I grab it, still intending to follow Amelia, but pause when I see Morgan’s number flashing on the screen.
My thumb hovers over the answer button for a split second before I swipe to accept the call while I head out, my voice tight with tension. “Morgan, can I call you back?—”
“Grey,” Morgan’s tearful voice cuts me off, shaky and urgent. The sound of it sends a chill down my spine, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I come to a standstill. “You need to come to the hospital,now,” she chokes out between sobs. “Grandpa, he… it’s bad…” Her words trail off into a muffled cry, and my world tilts on its axis.
TWENTY-THREE
The wordsin front of me blur together, refusing to make sense as I sit on my couch, staring blankly at the open book in my lap. I’ve read the same paragraph five times now, but I can’t focus. My mind races with thoughts of Grey, the hurt in my chest is a constant ache, impossible to ignore.
Not for the first time since I deactivated him, I find myself wishing Jamie was here. At least he’d talk to me, distract me from this endless loop of hurt and anger swirling in my head.
And tempting them with him doesn’t matter anymore anyway.
They broke my trust.
Again.
