Keagan (This is Our Life Book 2) by F.G. Adams

Author:F.G. Adams [Adams, F.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-08-22T18:30:00+00:00

For some crazy reason, a chill has settled deep into my bones. I grasp at the covers again and pull them up over my head, trying to alleviate the coldness. The smells of sex and Keagan wash through me as I snuggle down into the softness of the extra pillow I’m clutching.

Pillow? A pillow rests in my arms in place of the whopper of a hard, solid body that was lying next to me earlier.

I sit up in the bed quickly, untangling the covers off my head and peer around the room. Hair falls forward into my face and I brush it behind my ears. My gaze never finds its target. The black duffle bag that was sitting on the corner chair previously has been vacated. Not a stitch of clothing or anything at all remains, just my own clothes laid neatly across the foot of the bed. Not a trace left of the man I spent the morning making love to. The bad boy, Hottie McHottie Crash, who turned out to be Keagan. My Keagan. Vanished. The same man that kept his bold promise and made me scream over and over again.

He’s gone. It’s as if he was never here and it was all just a beautiful dream. Sorrow seeps in and my eyes well up from the pain of it. What was I supposed to think? That we’d reconnect and it was fate? I would finally get my happily-ever-after? Dreams are for children. I dash away the tears that fall down my cheek. Buck up, Jocelyn. I knew the risk when I said yes.

I scramble out of the bed and knock over the bedside table lamp with my clumsiness.

“Ugh! Shoot me right now. I’m such a klutz.”

I rub my hip that hit the corner of the side table, along with my elbow.

“Coward!” I holler out to the empty room.

I’m furious at myself for what I allowed to happen, even though I wanted to know what it was like to be held in his arms. I needed him after all this time, consequences be damned. That’s just it. I was so caught up in the moment and the pleasure he evoked, I didn’t stop to really think about how it would affect me. Totally my fault.

But walking out without saying a word or goodbye? That’s a new low in my book for this new rough and tough bad boy version of Keagan.

I stand naked as the day I was born hovering over my neatly folded clothes. He took the time to fold my clothes, but couldn’t have the decency to wake me up before he left? Ugh! What a jerk. He’s nothing like the boy I knew long ago. That person would’ve hunted me down and tried even harder to make me smile, even when I couldn’t give him what he wanted at the time.

Why did he call me m’aingeal? What was the point if he was going to walk out without a backward glance? The first time he called me that to my face was the same night my life plunged into darkness.

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