What He Fights (What He Wants, Book Ten) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Ford Hannah

Author:Ford, Hannah [Ford, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2015-04-24T16:00:00+00:00

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I went back to my apartment. It was the only place I had to go.

“Hello?” I called as I opened the door. I’d walked all the way from Midtown, mostly because I was afraid of what would happen if I stopped, afraid my thoughts would overtake me and make it impossible to start moving again.

Everything was the same. The tiny kitchen. The entryway. The cheap wooden table Julia had set by the door for our keys. Everything felt familiar and foreign at the same time. It hadn’t been that long since I’d called this place home, since it had been my own little piece of New York, familiar and safe. Now it felt like I didn’t belong here.

The apartment was quiet, but it didn’t have the kind of stillness it had when no one was home.

“Julia?” I called.

“Charlotte?” a timid voice called back. I followed the voice down the hallway. Julia was in the bathroom. A narrow strip of light streamed out underneath the closed door. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

I hadn’t talked to her since that night with Josh, but surprisingly, she didn’t sound upset that I was here.

The door to my bedroom was closed, and I took a deep breath and put my hand on the knob. I turned it slowly, almost afraid of what I might find inside.

But my room looked exactly as I’d left it – the bed was sloppily made, the blinds closed tight. It was slightly dusty, and had the feel of not being lived in a for a bit, but other than that, nothing seemed to have been disturbed.

I let out a sigh of relief.

I caught sight of myself in the mirror over my dresser.

“Oh,” I said, shocked at my own reflection. My hair was a frizzy cloud enveloping my head. The makeup I’d put on this morning ran down my face, leaving smudges underneath my eyes and dried streaks on my face. There were red blotches on my neck, mostly likely caused by a combination of stress and the rain.

“Hey,” Julia said, appearing at my door.

In contrast to me, her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, and she smelled of shampoo and soap. Her face was scrubbed clean. I hardly ever saw Julia without make-up – she was one of those girls who had a makeup closet, the kind who was always trying out new tricks and buying new products, unlike me, who had one look that I tended to stay with. Her bare face made her look younger, more vulnerable.

She was wearing a white t-shirt that hung on her thin frame and hit just above her knees, and no bottoms. I wondered if the shirt was Josh’s.

“Hi,” I said. I picked up a package of make-up remover wipes from my vanity and swiped one over my messy face.

If Julia was disturbed by my appearance, she didn’t say anything.

“Are you back?” she asked.

I hesitated. Something about saying I was back made everything feel so final. But I couldn’t deny it any longer.

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