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19.THE AFTERMATH

مؤلف: Starrynights
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CHAPTER NINETEEN

THE AFTERMATH

It must have been around ten-thirty in the morning when I finally managed to drag myself down to the lobby of the hotel, moving with the slow, heavy reluctance of someone whose body is still paying the price for the decisions of the previous night. A single cup of coffee sits in front of me, its bitter warmth doing just enough to dull the relentless ache pounding behind my temples and spreading like a dull drumbeat through my skull. I am not much of a drinker unde
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  • HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD    19.THE AFTERMATH

    CHAPTER NINETEENTHE AFTERMATHIt must have been around ten-thirty in the morning when I finally managed to drag myself down to the lobby of the hotel, moving with the slow, heavy reluctance of someone whose body is still paying the price for the decisions of the previous night. A single cup of coffee sits in front of me, its bitter warmth doing just enough to dull the relentless ache pounding behind my temples and spreading like a dull drumbeat through my skull. I am not much of a drinker under normal circumstances, and last night I had clearly gone far beyond my limits, chasing distraction at the bottom of far too many glasses. If there is any upside to the misery of this hangover, it is the fact that the pounding in my head is loud enough to keep my thoughts from wandering back to Mark and his spectacular, humiliating betrayal.“Someone looks like they could use more than just coffee.”The familiar voice drifts toward me through the fog clouding my brain, and I force my eyes open j

  • HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD    18. A GOOD BAD DECISION

    CHAPTER EIGHTEENA GOOD BAD DECISIONI thought Diane would try to stop me, perhaps make me rethink this reckless decision but she doesn’t. Instead, she eggs me on. She claims Dante is good-looking enough to distract me for night. She is not wrong about that. Except she is supposed to be the voice of reason between us. Because believe me, Eric is the king of bad decisions. I wouldn’t even bother asking him about any of this.“You know you are allowed to change your mind, right?” Dante says, making my gaze shoot up. We are waiting for the valet to bring his car around.“Hmm?”“You have this look in your eyes. Its full of skepticism,” He pushes his palms inside his pockets and for a second his arms flex, distractingly so.“I just…I never do this sort of thing,” I admit. Its quite chilly tonight and he must have noticed because he grabs his coat which he had taken on our way out, putting it on my shoulder and I murmured a thank you.“What sort of thing? Going home with a stranger?” He loo

  • HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD    17. SOMETHING RECKLESS

    CHAPTER SEVENTEENSOMETHING RECKLESSI’ve tried to get Mark off my mind. God knows I’ve tried. But the more the drinks keep coming, the tighter the ache grips my chest like a fist refusing to let go. The pain doesn’t dull. Instead, it sharpens, wrapping around my throat like a noose. I hate that he broke my heart. I hate that he ruined my ego. I hate that he made me feel like I wasn’t enough. That I’m still sitting here thinking about him while he’s probably fast asleep in our bed like none of this even matters.I stare down at the glass in my hand, watching the amber liquid swirl like it holds the answers. Maybe if I drink fast enough, hard enough, I’ll forget everything; him, the lies or how he couldn’t believe me until the detectives showed him proof.I’d left my phone back at the hotel, powered off and buried under a pile of throw pillows for this exact reason. I didn’t trust myself to bring it out tonight. Not when I knew the alcohol would make my loneliness louder. Not when I fe

  • HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD    16. TOO VANILLA

    CHAPTER SIXTEENTOO VANILLAI’m thousands of feet above ground, cradling a glass of Dom Pérignon in one hand, the city lights far below like scattered jewels. Opposite me, Eric lounges comfortably, legs crossed, his blue eyes studying me with quiet patience. Every now and then, he flicks a strand of his newly dyed pink hair out of his face. Classic Eric, ever the pop of color in an otherwise gray world. It’s oddly comforting. He hasn’t changed. Not in the ways that matter.“I like the color,” I nod toward his hair, trying to ease the tension that’s settled between us like fog.He quirks an eyebrow. “Well, you know me. I’m always on brand.”Then he exhales, the lightness fading from his tone. “So… trouble in paradise? Or is this about that little attempted murder situation that’s been plastered all over every news outlet in the country?”He’s blunt, as always.“I know we haven’t been as close since med school,” he continues, softer now, “but you could’ve at least replied to my message.

  • HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD    15. CHOOSING ME

    CHAPTER FIFTEENCHOOSING MEHe’s holding her by the hair as she hunches over, vomiting onto the garden path when I find them. I know it’s the pregnancy vomit. Disgust flickers through me—but not just at the sight. That should have been me. Instead, I had a bomb that was meant for me. I tear my eyes away and force myself to focus.“We’re needed at the station,” I say flatly. “They’ve found new evidence.”Neither of them responds. I don’t wait. I turn and walk away, refusing to stand in their shadow for even a second longer.There’s no way in hell I’m getting into a car with either of them. I take one of the family sedans and drive myself to the station, the silence inside the car oddly soothing. My phone is buzzing with missed calls. Its Diane again, no doubt demanding updates but I ignore it. My mind is racing.I have a gut feeling Mark will show up with Evelyn. Let them arrive together. Let the world see them walk in side by side while I arrive alone. If that’s the picture they want

  • HER ITALIAN BODYGUARD    14. IT'S YOU, ISN'T IT?

    CHAPTER FOURTEENIT’S YOU, ISN’T IT?Between hastily packing a small travel bag and trying to calmly reassure Diane on my new phone, everything feels like a blur. She’s livid; rightfully so. Mostly, she’s angry that I kept the truth about Evelyn and the affair from her.“You should have told me the moment she walked back into your house,” she snaps.“I didn’t want to deal with the fallout,” I murmur.“The fallout is that you almost died, Gina! And who’s to say Evelyn didn’t have something to do with it? I’m just saying. People have killed for less.”“I’m not about to start suspecting every woman who’s ever flirted with my husband,” I say, even though her words send a chill down my spine.But then she makes a surprisingly decent suggestion: instead of going straight back to Everwood Cove, we make a diversion, meet in Las Vegas for a couple of days, then head home together. “Just in case someone’s tailing you,” she adds.I agree. It’s a good idea. I just hope no one recognizes me there.

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