All Chapters of Kiss Me Like No Other : Chapter 41 - Chapter 45

I did not sleep. I couldn't even get a silent head each time I close my eyes.Her face, her voice, her soft moans and gasps when I was inside her. Katherine was haunting me.The house was quiet in the way only late hours can manage. I sat on the edge of the bed with my phone in my hand and her voice still in my head. *Too soon. I'm not ready to leave him yet.* Every time I closed my eyes I saw her in my shirt, the one she had taken from this place, telling me to go before Sam came back.I typed messages I did not send.*I meant what I said.* *Talk to me.* *Don't do this. I beg you.*I deleted each one. The screen went dark. I turned it face down and stared at the wall until the dark thinned into morning.By then the emptiness had changed shape. It had become a light tension headache, Deep-seated doubt and the longing to hold 'My' Katherine again.It was still pain. It was also anger - at Sam, at the old pattern, at the fact that I had finally crossed every line I had drawn for mysel

Danielle's car stopped at the gates less than twenty minutes after the call.She did not bother with a polite entrance. She got out, took one look at my face, and pointed at the passenger door."Get in. We're not doing the long hallway conversation where someone pretends to water plants and listens."Sometimes she doesn't make a lick of sense but, I got in.For the first stretch of road she only drove. Then she glanced sideways."Talk.""Sam cleared out my closet," I said. "Most of it. Put other things in their place. Things I never chose."Danielle's hands tightened on the wheel.I wanted to tell her about Alena and how I felt they all matched her taste but telling her her brother had been cheating on me with my cousin would shake the table. Especially when I had already made up with her other brother."Of course he did." The anger in her voice was immediate and personal. "He can't stand anything in that house looking like it belongs to you without his permission. We're replacing all

The driver stopped under the glass overhang of the TKD building at 8:41.I stepped out with my bag and the first-day feeling I had not wanted to have. The lobby was all pale stone and quiet motion. At the security desk I started to explain myself and was already being waved through before I could say a word. An access card waited with my name printed cleanly on it. Benedict Alexandrescu had announced my arrival. The officer said it the way people said facts that had come from high enough not to be questioned.I knew I shouldn't think much about it. About how I was just let in here while I was sent out for my husband's company. The upper floor was worse.People stood when I passed. A project coordinator introduced herself too quickly. Someone from the collaboration team called me Mrs. Alexandrescu with a respect that felt borrowed from Ben's authority rather than anything I had earned inside these walls. My office was at the end of a short corridor - real windows, a desk that had bee