Page 5 of Adam & Eve

headache.

He deserved whatever pain I’d caused him and more. I couldn’t believe he thought I would sit

back and allow him to take her from me. I’d watched them walk hand-in-hand into that hotel. I

imagined all the dirty, filthy things he wanted to do with her. There was no way I would allow that to

happen. She was mine. Her pussy. Her heart. Her mind. Her soul.

Out of my peripheral I saw her watching as I paced, probably trying to figure out what I would

do next.

Fear and uncertainty were in her eyes when she asked, “Who are you talking to?”

I ignored her question. “You shouldn’t fear me. I’d never hurt you,” I said before giving her

my back.

I needed a minute to myself to rein in my anger. Thinking about all her betrayals made me

furious. We couldn’t have a real conversation, not when I was so bent out of shape.

Trying another tactic, she pleaded, “Please, please. Let me go. I won’t tell anybody.”

From the slight tremble of her voice, I assumed those were manipulative tears running from

her hazel eyes down her onyx cheeks.

“Who would believe you if you did tell?”

My response was condescending, but it was also the truth. She’d be laughed out of Florida if

she went to the police with a story of being kidnapped by me, and she damn well knew it. That was

why she didn’t reply. What she had to say was irrelevant anyway; she wouldn’t be going anywhere to

tell anyone anything. I was tempted to tell her just that. Instead I chose to remain silent and unmoved

by her fake tears.

She was mine, and I was hers. We were meant to be together, created only for each other. She

was broken like me. I saw the cracks in her armor. This was what had to happen. I reassured myself

mentally while pacing back and forth in front of the large king-sized bed. The adrenaline coursing

through my veins wouldn’t allow me to sit or stand still.

After getting myself under control, I turned to face her. “Why didn’t you ever see me?”

She pulled her eyes from the spot on the wall, her face stained with fake tears. If I didn’t know

any better, I would have believed she really didn’t know what I was asking her. But I did know better.

For four years I’d been there. She had to have sensed me, watching and protecting her. I was certain

of it.