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He was hot. And honestly? He looked a little like Ryan.
Naturally, I just assumed this bar had a “type.” Without thinking, I fished a wad of cash from my bag and shoved it into his shirt.
Then I grabbed a drink and pushed it into his hand like I owned the place.
I ignored the look on his face, clinked my glass against his, and downed the whole thing.
Suddenly, I remembered how my best friend cried her heart out when she got dumped–then bounced back the moment a hot new guy
showed up.
I didn’t get it then. I get it now. I was just too damn stubborn to admit it.
A pretty face can mess you up. Good looks blur the pain like cheap wine.
Next thing I knew, I opened my eyes and I was stark naked, curled up in some guy’s arms. Worse? He was awake–half–smirking, watching me like I was the morning’s entertainment.
Panic surged. I swung my hand and slapped him across the face. He flinched–just a little–but the moment he moved, I felt it. I flinched too. A weird sensation spread through my body.
Oh hell no. He was still inside me.
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I went for another slap, but he grabbed my wrist mid–air. “Well, that was fast. Wake up and go feral, huh? Good thing I recorded last night.”
Recorded? This bastard recorded me?!
Before I could scream at him, he opened his phone and played something. My voice, through the speaker. Broken. Crying.
“You asshole! I loved you for years. Why’d you screw with me?
“You look just like my useless childhood crush!
“I’m loaded. Spend the night with me, handsome. I’ll pay anything!
“I never take back my exes–ever!” Then, slurred and breathy, I added, “God, look at you…”
I covered my face with both hands, mortified. The rest of the audio got worse. Much worse.
“Can you move a little?
“Damn, you’re good. Youth really is a gift.”
A few seconds of wet, obscene sounds played before the recording abruptly cut off. He tapped the screen again and another clip started.
“Say that again. What you just said!”
“Let’s just sleep like this. It feels good, don’t pull out.”
“You said it, Caressa. Don’t regret it later.”
“I won’t… Kiss me, will you?”
Click. The recording stopped. I sat there, face buried in my hands,
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wishing I could disappear.
“My god, last night was an accident. Can you believe that?” I mumbled, voice cracking with shame.
It was my voice in the recordings. I knew it. But I didn’t want to admit it.
“You can’t just pull your pants up and pretend nothing happened,” he said flatly.
Then his eyes narrowed. “Don’t even think about sending me money. I’m not Ryan. You really think I’m some kind of escort?”
“Wow, you do know a lot,” I muttered under my breath, silently cursing every drunken word I’d said last night.
I set my phone down and said weakly, “Okay. Can you just, um, get out first? We can talk.”
He let out a low laugh, then slowly pulled out. I couldn’t stop the small gasp that escaped my throat.
“Caressa, open your eyes. Look at me. Really look.”
I did. I held his face in both hands, squinting hard through the morning light. And then I froze.
I knew this man.
He was Ryan’s uncle, Derek Watson…
Helll. Of all the people to end up in bed with … why him?
“What are you doing back here?”
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Derek was the infamous devil of the Watson family. Ruthless. Cutthroat. He helped his father seize control of the company, then kicked the old man out and took the throne for himself.
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Ryan used to complain about him all the time. And I had just spent the night with him.
My mind raced, trying to figure out how the hell to fix this mess, while I yanked the blanket up to my neck and shrank into it.
Derek clearly noticed. He grabbed a robe, slipped it on, and headed to the bathroom.
Before he shut the door, he tossed a look over his shoulder. “Don’t bother trying to run. We’re not in a hotel.”
As soon as the door clicked shut, I jumped up, wrapped myself in a towel, and bolted to the window.
He wasn’t lying.
We were in the Watson’s residence.
And right then, the front gate slowly opened.
I stood frozen by the window, watching in horror as Ryan’s car drove in.
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