Jewels and Panties (Book, Eight): Romance Suspense by Brooke Kinsley

Author:Brooke Kinsley [Kinsley, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

CHRISSIE

"Yeah, well fuck you!" I shouted to the door as it slammed in my face. "I don't need you!"

I lay my head down on the lemon scented carpet and cried. The withdrawals were getting too much. I didn't know what I was doing anymore. All I knew was that Bosworth bastard thought he was too good for me and I needed some dope before my veins started to burn like they were filled with rocket fuel.

I looked down at my bandaged arm and relived the few moments of kindness he'd shown me. It was the nicest feeling just to have someone take note of your pain and know you needed help. There was such kindness in his eyes as he cleaned my open wound and looked into my eyes like the attentive, handsome doctor we all wished we could have.

But the kindness in his eyes had vanished the second he realized I was lying to him. For a second, I was certain he would kill me. He was burning with anger and I couldn't blame him. I'd led him out here because... because why? I wanted an excuse to get close to him? I had some sick idea in my head that I thought there was the slightest chance he would be interested in me and shower me with gifts and money and the life I always wanted?

As I crawled up to the window and watched him through the blinds, I realized that I had no idea why I'd done any of it. I was just a train wreck of a human. I chased after destruction and it rewarded me handsomely.

I shivered and pulled the blinds shut before curling up on the floor. What the hell am I doing here? I'll die out here? My body shook so hard my skull battered off the wall behind me. My vision became blurred at the sides. I couldn't focus on anything but the pain and sickness that was travelling through my body.

Then something caught my attention across the room. It looked like a pile of rags but something about it was telling me I needed to investigate.

Scuffling over on my hands and knees, I saw how its fabric shone silken in the faint light. A jacket. Bosworth's jacket. In his haste, he'd left it behind.

With newfound strength, I hurried over and thrust a hand into one of the pockets. There was nothing in it. I tried the other and again it was empty. Then something hard brushed up against me. Deep within the inside breast pocket lay something solid. I pulled it out and my hand shook even more violently.

Hundred dollar bills. There must have been dozens of them tethered together by a gold clip that must have been worth just as much as the money I was holding.

"I'm dreaming. I'm fucking dreaming."

I ripped off the clip and spread the money out across the bed, counting it over and over until I couldn't be any surer. Ten thousand dollars lay in front of me.

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