The Billionaire's Intern - Part 2 by Maisey Yates

Author:Maisey Yates
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Addison woke up gasping for breath. Fighting through the mist that shrouded her brain, trying to escape the icy fingers that were reaching through the darkness to grab her.

The nightmares were getting worse. Visions of men waiting to buy her while her father looked on, a cold smile curving his lips, a bullet hole in one side of his head. And on the other side was a group of women. They were chained together. Naked, clinging to each other and looking at her, accusation burning from their eyes.

And in the midst of all that, she felt an icy, sick grief that made her ache. That made her want to run to her father. Even as he was in this vision, a cold, undead stranger.

The grief was wrapped in fear, wrapped in guilt. If she loved that man, even a little bit, was she complicit somehow? If he had lived, would he have been able to convince her that he’d been right somehow?

“No.” She spoke the word into the darkness, trying to make it true, trying to make herself believe it.

It didn’t matter anyway, because she would never be tested in that way. Jason was dead. Her father was dead. And she didn’t even have good memories left of him. Because they were alive. Because Jason Treffen, as she knew him, had been a lie.

She sucked in a shaking breath and swung her legs over the side of the bed, padding into the bathroom and taking care of business, before walking back out into the bedroom. Going back to bed didn’t seem attractive at all, but it was only 4:00 a.m., and getting up didn’t hold a lot of appeal either.

Maybe, if she went down to the lobby, she could find some Skittles. Or some variety of candy at least. She was living in a hotel, so she might as well make the best use of it.

The alternative was staying here with ghosts, and other things that went bump in the night.

“No, thank you.” She wandered to the wardrobe and pulled a pair of yoga pants out of the top drawer. It wasn’t the most fashionable look, paired with her long white sleep shirt, but she didn’t care about fashion right now.

Her mother would be appalled. Even going down to the hotel lobby sans full war paint would be a travesty to her. But Addison didn’t have the energy for it right now. She was tired of pretending. Even if she had no idea what not pretending would entail.

She pushed open the door to her suite and peeked out into the hallway. It was empty, just as she’d expected it to be. Well, if she were honest, she’d half expected to find Logan prowling around. No such luck.

She rolled her eyes at herself. It would not be luck to encounter Logan right now. Especially not after the way they’d left things earlier. Now, that was what she should be worrying about. And not horrible dreams about Jason.

She’d made an idiot of herself with Logan.

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