The Getaway Novel Novels & Stories

Her brain was still fuzzy from his touch and took some seconds to register what he meant. She looked down to see Maya lying in her arms, satiated. Her plump cheek rested against her breast. Her small mouth, pearlized with milk, lay close to her nipple. She was asleep, looking as full and contented A tremor swept through her when he slid his hands up over her stomach, wedging them between her and Maya, and lifted the child away from her. He stood and carried the baby to the crib where he carefully lay her down. Once Maya was settled, Faith knew she had only seconds to escape the room. Escape him. She started to flee through the door, she almost made it. Almost___ "We are not done!"

I had no idea if she would be one of the girls that would scream and get angry at me for not saying it back, and I didn't want to deal with it. Reaching the couch, I relaxed onto its softness and breathed a sigh of relief. Things were going back to how they used to be, and finally I could close my eyes without having to think about everything. The stolen documents had been recovered, and while we hadn't been able to catch the culprit, we had been able to recover it without sending out a penny in the guise of ransom.

She said and walked to the reservation desk. She asked the reservation guy about the girl she's with earlier and I found out the girl's name is Autumn and she's in room 314. I asked Alicia to wait for me in the waiting area and she nodded at me. She warned me to be nice to her because she's a lovely girl. I don't think I could do that. I just walked to the lift and walked out on the 3rd floor. 314 I knocked on her door hardly. I smell the rogue scent from the room and I know it must be the same rogue I chased for days.

A dark look passed over my face as I said, "Don't bring up our previous life with me when you know damn well what you did then. Now that you're reborn, we should go our separate ways. "I won't stop you from finding your true love, so stop using the investment as an excuse to bother me." Jeannie argued, "No, you don't understand. That day, when you stood before my tombstone—" Her face blanched, but before she could continue, I had security take her away. … After sorting out everything, I got on a flight bound for abroad the next day. The trip was for a project assessment, but that was a mere cover. I was actually leaving for vacation.

I picked a restaurant outside Miami, it's a two-hour car drive and the fact she can't see where we're going drives her insane. And me... Oh, God. She, in that short black dress and with a silk blindfold drive me insane. I fight the need to order to turn the car around, go back to the apartment and fuck her until I lose myself inside her. But this is not about me tonight. I will save the blindfold for later, though. We finally arrive at our final destination and feeling that the car has stopped, Abigail impatiently reaches to take the blindfold off, but I catch her hand to stop her.

She told me the truth, and I threw her out into the storm. I stood up. The heavy leather chair crashed backward. "Caleb!" I roared, tearing the study door open. [Adrian's POV] The windshield wipers slashed back and forth. Rain hammered the roof of the stolen SUV. I gripped the steering wheel, navigating the dark suburban roads. Liam sat shotgun, checking the magazine of his Glock. Three of my best men trailed us in the sedan behind. Noah Marlowe put me on a private jet to Europe to rot in exile. I lasted three days. I broke the pilot's nose, hijacked a charter back to JFK, and drove straight to the safe house.

"Ms. Baird, the body is ready. The new phone and plane ticket are prepared as well. From now on, no one in the world will be able to find you." "Send the fake body directly to the wedding venue tomorrow, and hand this phone to the groom personally." What I left for Dominic wasn't a grand wedding but a bottomless abyss. I wanted him to feel my torment again and again. I wanted him to spend his entire life haunted by the thought that his wife, who was suffering from a terminal illness, was slowly walking toward death while he wallowed in another woman's arms. I wanted him to know that today was our final goodbye. After giving all my instructions, I took my new ID and got into an unregistered c

" Last time we had gone on one of her weekend get aways, she promised to get me back by Sunday night, instead, we arrived Monday night. Last Thing I wanted, was getting fired too. "No protesting. You need to distract yourself, and 'I' need to get drunk without dad scolding me for coming home drunk. Now hurry your ass up. I'm on my way to get you now, oh and don't forget your sexiest bathing suit in case we see a few hot guys on other boats." She implied with a giggle and hung up. I puffed my cheeks. Maybe this little get away would do us both good.

"Have you lost your mind, Jenny?" Panicked, Rowena tried calling Jenny, but the line stayed busy. Only after I had finished slapping myself a thousand times, leaving my cheeks bloody, did the bodyguards finally leave. My hand kept moving out of numb habit. Just as it was about to land on my face, Rowena grabbed my wrist. She choked out, "Forget the seven days. Just leave today, Caleb. The helicopter is waiting on the hospital roof. Take your mother's remains and go. Don't ever come back."

Because Aiden would never care about bridal flower arrangements. "Meeting at 2pm. Wear grey. Consider veil." I tapped the event, my fingers were ice. The translation obviously was – "Meet at our safe spot. Wear something low profile. We're running out of time." The safe spot was a bookstore, tiny, old, half- forgotten, tucked behind a wine bar downtown. We'd used it before. Quiet. No cameras, no nosy attendants. I changed quickly. Grey sweater, faded jeans, hair tied back. Nothing Caitlin Gallagher would wear. I didn't tell the driver where I was going. I told him I was going shopping and that I needed privacy. Aiden had trained them not to argue.