I could not believe how much the man’s eyes looked like Andrew’s. I wondered, for a moment, if maybe there were other ways in which he might be like Andrew. Then I shook myself out of that thought and returned the phone to Julia. “No, thank you. I’m fine.” Julia shrugged and took her phone back.
“He’s such an enigmatic old man,” Susan complained. “Why do you see him as old?” I asked, tired of her calling him that. “He’s 42, dear. We’re only 27,” Susan replied matter-of-factly. “His face and physique make him look no older than 25,” I argued. After a moment of silence, Susan said in
“What?” I asked, taking a half-step back from Bob. “I was just thinking about when we separated three months ago, how you held back tears,” Bob said with an unnerving grin. My cheeks flushed as anger flooded me. “What’s your point?” I hissed. Bob stepped closer to me, and I moved back again.
The man threw me in front of him without releasing my arm. I tried to pry his hand off me, but his grip was like iron. I stomped on his foot, but he twisted my arm until I gasped in pain. He tore my neckline, exposing my breasts. He stuffed his hand into the cup of my bra, groping and pinching m
I woke up in a warm king-sized bed in unfamiliar surroundings. The room was dark with no lights on and the curtains pulled closed, but I could see daylight seeping through the cracks between the curtains. I took a deep breath, though it hurt my throat to do so. It smelled distinctly masculine in t
That was all without mentioning that I was in Andrew’s house. That meant that I was in Lisa’s house, too. I would never get away with accusing her perfect fiancé of something so foul. The unfairness of it all broke the dam behind my eyes, and tears started to fall. “Crystal, are you all right?”
I didn’t know what to say. With my ripped dress tucked under my arm, it looked like I was coming from some sort of booty call at Andrew’s. Yet I couldn’t tell the truth, either, not with my attacker right in front of me. “Yes,” was all I could manage to say. “Here discussing the wedding planning
“I know. That’s why I need your help. We need to get him locked up, sooner rather than later.” There was a pause. For a moment, I was afraid that Noah might back out of the case. “You can count on me,” he finally said. “I will find the evidence as soon as possible, and we will send Bob to prison