Dangerous: Made & Broken (A British Bad Boy Romance) by Nora Ash

Author:Nora Ash [Ash, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Little Huldra Media
Published: 2016-05-21T22:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 14

Mira

We didn’t speak for nearly a week after that.

I’d expected Blaine to yell at me for breaking his precious rules, but he didn’t. Instead, he avoided me.

I saw him a few times in the kitchen or on the stairs, and once or twice I caught sight of him headed for the shed in the backyard, but we never exchanged as much as a word.

For the first few days, I saw it as a blessing. What had gone down between us had been way too intense, and I was happy to pretend like it’d never happened. Between Blaine’s anger, my own body’s treacherous reactions to his closeness and the run-in with his disturbing brother, playing make-believe was just fine by me. As much as I wanted to get Blaine to respect—and ultimately trust—me, I sorely needed a few days off from all the drama.

But by day four, the peace and quiet had lost its novelty, especially because neither Rob nor Greg, nor any of the other guards, set foot in the house unless it was to carry in my groceries. When I asked if they wanted tea or a sandwich, they always politely declined and then exited the house as if I’d offered them arsenic. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Blaine had had words with his men since I’d managed to sneak out without alerting any of them.

As a result, I was completely isolated, and I was beginning to go more than a little stir crazy. When I woke up on day six after The Incident so nauseous I had to sprint to my en-suite bathroom to throw up, I was done suffering in silence.

I leaned weakly against the toilet after the heaving was finally over, unable to muster enough energy to get off up from the tiled floor.

Great. Just what I needed—a stomach bug.

I stayed on the floor for a good half an hour, until I was reasonably certain I wouldn’t hurl from moving. When I got up, my stomach lurched again, but at least the dry heaves didn’t return. I quickly cleaned my teeth and then pattered downstairs to the front door.

Rob and Greg were back on watch. They both looked mildly surprised at my disheveled appearance when I opened the door, probably thanks to my checkered pajamas bottoms, silk camisole, and sleep-messy hair.

“I need crackers,” I croaked. “And ginger ale.” A pang from my empty stomach made me add, “And gherkins, please,” before I shut the door again, not waiting for a reply. Sure, it wasn’t their fault that they seemingly weren’t allowed to talk to me anymore, but right then, I felt so completely alone in the world that I didn’t have it in me to care whether or not it was their choice to treat me like a leper.

I felt like crap, and no one cared. Heck, if I’d somehow contracted something lethal and died, my so-called husband would likely throw a party to celebrate it.

When Rob

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