What He Reveals (What He Wants, Book Eight) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Ford Hannah

Author:Ford, Hannah [Ford, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2015-04-05T16:00:00+00:00

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Once we were outside, I gulped in the fresh air. My lungs were still burning from what had happened, and the fresh air felt cool and soothing.

Noah opened the door to his car for me, and we both slid into the backseat.

“Let me see your cut,” Noah instructed as his driver pulled the car away from the curb.

“I’m fine.”

He reached out and pulled the fabric of my ruined dress aside, and I looked down at my wound for the first time. A thin line of blood ran across my upper belly, but the cut itself didn’t look that bad.

Noah reached over and hit the intercom button, which allowed him to talk to Jared. “Jared,” he said. “Please stop at a drugstore and purchase a first aid kit.”

“Yes, sir,” came the reply.

“No,” I said. “I’m fine. I just… I just want to go home.” Now that I was out of the club, now that the rate of adrenaline pumping through my body was starting to slow, the harsh reality of the situation was starting to set in.

I’d gone to a BDSM club with a man who might be a murderer. I’d allowed that man to do things to me that I would have deemed unthinkable just a week ago. I’d listened to an anonymous caller who’d sent me to a mysterious room, and there, I was accosted by a murderer who’d cut me with a knife.

Emotions washed over me – heartbreak, helplessness, fear, anxiety. Almost every negative thing I could imagine flooded my body at the same time, overwhelming me. Tears welled in my eyes, and this time they spilled over, running down my cheeks.

Noah pulled me into his arms as I sobbed against his chest.

“Shh,” he whispered. “Shh, it’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I let the words wash over me, allowing myself to believe them. A second later, the car stopped and I heard the sound of the driver’s door opening as Jared got out to fetch the supplies Noah had requested.

And I just sat there, in the back of the car, letting Noah comfort me as I cried, the sobs wracking my body until all that was left were my shuttering breaths.

Noah reached into the tiny compartment that was against one of the doors and pulled out a bottle of water. He uncapped it, then held it out to me.

“Drink.”

I took the bottle and did as he commanded, letting the cool liquid slide down my throat, which was raw from screaming.

Noah pulled off the sweater he was wearing, then carefully pulled down the top of my dress, being careful not to touch my cut.

“Arms up,” he instructed.

I put my arms up, and he slid the sweater over me. It smelled like him – laundry detergent and mint toothpaste and cedar. It was comforting, and I lay back on the seat and watched the buildings of the city move by as he pulled me close again.

But he didn’t kiss me.

And he didn’t tell me it was going to be okay.

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