Sojourn (Bellator Saga, #3) by Cecilia London

Author:Cecilia London
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, erotic, thriller, love, action, political, cliffhanger, dystopia, epic, millionaire
Publisher: Cecilia London

Chapter Fourteen

The Safe House

Caroline woke up with a start and bit her pillow to hold back her sobs. There was an arm around her waist. Oh God, there was someone in her bed. A man. She had a man in her bed. A man who was holding her. A man who’d tried to kiss her, who liked her. Who wanted her even though she didn’t want him. Gabe.

She told herself to be quiet. Tears were the physical manifestation of her cowardice, and any noise that came along with them was proof of her inability to control her emotions. Maybe he wouldn’t hear her, wouldn’t call attention to it.

Were the sweet memories better than the nightmares? None of them helped her feel better. All they did was deepen her grief. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the dream, but all she saw was Jack’s face. His eyes, his lips, every beautiful piece of him.

She couldn’t wake Gabe up. Couldn’t kick him out. Had to keep it all inside. Had to make the moment pass. The biting didn’t work so she threw off the covers and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She crouched down on the floor, rocking back and forth with her head in her hands. What had she done? She’d considered cheating on her husband. She hadn’t done anything to act on it, but what the fuck had she been thinking?

Caroline tugged at her hair. No, it wouldn’t have been cheating. You couldn’t be unfaithful to the dead. You could dishonor their memory, though. She’d waited and waited for so long after Nicky died, but with Jack? The instant she had the opportunity she’d invited another man into her room, knowing damn well that he wanted to do much more than tuck her in. Another merry widow moving along without a care in the world.

Widow. She hated that word. It made her feel old. It didn’t roll off the tongue in any manner that could be considered complimentary. It inspired pity, dread, and that special state of awkwardness that never fully went away, particularly when said widow was young. It sounded so permanent and awful. She’d barely even used that word when Nicky died. Why would she use it now? She was a two-time loser. Couldn’t hold onto a relationship to save her life when she was younger, now fated to outlive each of her husbands and disrespect them at every turn. Who the hell did she think she was, anyway?

You’re Caroline. Caroline Gerard.

She didn’t want to be Caroline. Ever again. She wanted to forget Caroline ever existed. Forget her marriages, forget her children, forget her friends.

You’re Diana. Diana Pascal.

The fuck she was. Like that was an acceptable alternative. A passport and a fake ID didn’t mean shit, not really.

Then who are you?

Diana was strong where Caroline was weak. Diana could use a man for sex and not feel guilty about it, could lie and cheat and steal and realize that it didn’t matter, not in the long run.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.