Bared To You By Sylvia Day Novels & Stories

She quickly whipped out her phone, but all the tickets were sold out until next week. The turnstile stood in my way like an impassable barrier. Something called exhaustion seeped into my heart. I stood here, separated from them by the barrier like an afterthought. "Let's break up, Zoe," I said. Zoe jerked her head up. "You're breaking up just because I forgot to get you a ticket?" "Yeah." I pulled my suitcase and left the station alone. The sabotaged pen story could stay hidden for a while longer. I'd love to see the look on their faces when the results were out.

Then I say it slowly and with much thought, “Yes, I do. I don’t think I will ever get over you. But, under the conditions you wanted me to live, I cannot. I refuse to share you with anyone, and I certainly don’t wish to have anyone else. That is a fact. So, if you feel that I am not good enough, and you need to have more than one, I am not your woman.” “Kaitlyn.” He says and then his voice trails off. He looks at me again with those eyes filled with hurt and I realize finally that I must leave before he wins. Opening the door, I get out and walk quickly to the office. As I enter the building, Mr. Sandhill stares at me and then approaches. Crap! I am late and he has no idea why. Now,

I was too tired to soften it for him. "The baby's gone."

The doctor told me the operation had been performed in time and that he was going to make a full recovery. When he finally woke up, I was asleep beside his bed. He gently brushed a hand over my hair. "Eleanor, I heard what you said. Did you really mean it? Do you really love me?" He thought I was still asleep. To his surprise, my eyes flew open. I took his hand and smiled. "Yes, I meant every word." … Later, I heard that Brandon had taken Hannah to the cliff, intending to make her experience the same despair I had.

Dylan’s POV “I don’t care what he thinks.” The words leave my mouth the second I wake up. The apartment is quiet around me, and the early sunlight barely pushes through the curtains while my phone lies beside my pillow. I stare at the dark screen for a long moment anyway. K’s comment from last night still sits in my head. Very annoying. I throw the blanket aside and sit up roughly. It feels like I never slept because my shoulders are already tense. Somewhere outside, traffic moves through the city below my apartment windows while my coffee machine hums quietly from the kitchen.

So, my aunt and Evan faced Leigh and Marty together. When I was utterly exhausted from forcing myself past the seal to complete the final prayer, my aunt was crushed beneath the water beast’s foot. I fought free of the bindings with all my strength, desperate to save her!

I commented one line. [Everything in there is going to be yours soon enough.] It took less than a minute for Mason to call me. I had been about to bring up the divorce. He went off before I could open my mouth. "Lara. What is this? "Maya is a sister to me. That is all she has ever been. "She had an accident. I bought her a present. She put on one of your dresses for the photo. What is your problem with that? Why do you have to go after her in public?"

It was the silliest picture of my cat. The pinned contact name at the top read, "Darling".

I had slept on the daybed in the cutting room with the lamp still on, which I did when a collection was in its final days and I wasn't ready to leave it entirely. "Maya," Sarah said, appearing in the doorway. Her socks didn't match. Her eyes were wide. "I need you to put on coffee. A full pot." She held the screen toward me. Forty-three thousand shares. The photograph Elias had uploaded at midnight. Five models on the Palais steps, the city behind them, the coats holding the cold air with a composure that made the rest of the frame feel slightly secondary. One headline read: WHO IS VOSS? Below it, in smaller type: The armour that silenced the Gala.

Van barked. “What do you want me to say? How do we end this argument if you won’t listen or even try to understand?” “Why is it always me who has to understand you? Why is your point the only one that matters? When do I get to be heard, Demani?” “Because your point is ridiculous! Alone time? You’re the boss, Van. You can make time if you really want to. Don’t tell me you can’t carve out one day a week to be with me—”