All Chapters of Secrets Behind The Mask: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

They left around five-thirty, after the doctor Grayson had called finally managed to sedate Emma.Lauren couldn't get the sounds out of her head. Emma's screams as the doctor had approached with the syringe, her desperate pleas for them not to make her sleep, not to take away the pain because the pain was all she had left of Daniel. The way she'd fought them, actually fought them, clinging to Grayson, begging, but the doctor had been worried that Emma could hurt herself and she just needed to rest."Don't make me forget," Emma had sobbed. "Please don't make me forget he's gone. Don't make me sleep. I need to—I need to feel this—""Emma, you need to rest. You are not going to lose your memories, but you need to rest." Grayson tried to calm her down.But they'd done it anyway. Honey holding one hand, Prue holding the other, while the doctor administered the sedative that would give Emma a few hours of peace whether she wanted it or not.Now Lauren sat in the passenger seat of Wyatt's pi

Thirty minutes later, they were back at her apartment. Wyatt had given her ten minutes to change into workout clothes, leggings and a sports bra under a loose tank top, while he'd done the same, swapping his jeans for athletic shorts and a fitted T-shirt that showed off every muscle he possessed.Which was a lot of muscle.Lauren tried not to stare as they climbed back into his truck. Tried not to notice the way the fabric stretched across his chest, his shoulders, his arms. Tried not to imagine running her hands over all that hard muscle.Failed spectacularly. He hadn't spoken much since finding out she had played him. She worried he was sulking. But he was also making sure they were not getting followed.It wasn't long before they pulled up outside a nondescript building in an industrial area of Brooklyn. No sign, no markings, just a heavy metal door, which had been left open."Where are we?" Lauren asked."Private boxing gym." Wyatt killed the engine. "Owner's an old friend."They

Back at her apartment, Lauren headed straight for her bedroom without a word. She was done talking. Done trying to reason with Wyatt's stubborn insistence on maintaining boundaries that neither of them wanted."I'm showering first," she announced, not waiting for his response before closing her bedroom door. Not slamming it, she wasn't a child throwing a tantrum but firmly enough to make her point.She stripped off her sweaty gym clothes, dropping them in a heap on the floor. Her body was still humming with unfulfilled need, every nerve ending alive and screaming for release. For Wyatt's hands on her skin. For his mouth. For his cock driving into her until she forgot her own name.But apparently that wasn't going to happen. Because Wyatt Heywood was too fucking professional to give them both what they so clearly wanted.Lauren turned on the shower, letting the water heat up while she stared at her reflection. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes dark with

Whole Foods was busy for a Sunday afternoon. Wyatt grabbed a cart, his hand immediately finding the small of her back as they entered. That touch she was starting to crave. That constant reminder that he was there, watching for danger and protecting her."I need to make a call," he said quietly, steering them toward the produce section. "Stay close."He pulled out his phone, keeping one hand on the cart and watched the area while he dialed."Nate," he said when the call connected. No greeting. Straight to business. "We've got escalation. Liam keyed my truck outside Lauren's building. Left a message. 'Get lost ape, she is mine.'"Lauren couldn't hear Nate's response, but she saw Wyatt's jaw tighten."Yeah, we're clear. Made sure no one followed." A pause. "I know. That's what I'm thinking too. He's getting bolder. More possessive. Seeing her with me triggered something." Another pause. "Copy that. I'll send you photos soon... I was thinking that the building across the road has a camer

"Don't stop." Her knees tightened on his hips, pulling him closer, grinding against the hard ridge of his cock through their jeans. "Please don't stop. I think I will kill you if you do."His hands slid under her sweater, palms flat against her stomach, and she shivered despite the heat radiating off both their bodies. His fingers traced up her ribs slowly, deliberately teasing her, while his mouth moved to her jaw again before moving down to her neck, finding that spot below her ear that made her arch into his touch."You taste like need," he murmured against her skin, his teeth scraping lightly. "Like want. Do you need my cock that bad?""I think I have been kinda saying that." Her hands fisted in his shirt, yanking at it. "Stop talking and take me."His hands gripped the hem of her sweater, yanking it up. "Arms," he commanded, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger.God, she hoped that meant she was going to get her endgame because she wasn't joking about killing him if he s