After She She Stopped Loving Him

The downpour intensified over the next twenty minutes. Yolanda shrugged out of her coat, revealing a fitted white blouse that clung to her frame. The room felt stifling suddenly, or maybe it was just her rising anxiety.

An overnight stay would create complications she couldn’t afford. Not in two years had she slept anywhere but home. She reached for her phone, dialing Megan to coordinate their alibis before Charles could start asking uncomfortable questions.

Megan sounded puzzled. “Didn’t Ian tell you it was so far? I warned him.”

“He must’ve forgotten. He’s at the read–through now.” Yolanda watched rain streak the glass. “It’s a four–hour drive in this kind of rain. By the time I get back, it’ll be so late. Charles will definitely notice.”

“Charles?” Megan snorted. “That man’s probably balls–deep in his mistress right now.”

Yolanda forced a smile. The heat crawling up her neck wasn’t just from the stuffy room. She guessed maybe she’d run a fever.

She ended the call just as the door clicked open. However, it wasn’t Ian. Wayne slinked inside, predatory glee lighting his face. “Looks like the medicine’s kicking in, sweetheart. Here I am.”

Her stomach twisted. Before she could react, he was already moving toward her. “What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, her voice sharp despite the fog in her head.

Wayne’s eyes gleamed with anticipation. Up close, she was even more breathtaking than he’d imagined. ‘No wonder Ian keeps her around,‘ he thought, ‘He has a good taste.‘

“Helping you, obviously,” he said, feigning innocence. “You must be feeling pretty rough right now, huh?”

Rough was an understatement, but Yolanda grabbed the nearest thing–a heavy vase–and swung. “Get out!” she shouted.

But he caught her wrist easily. The drugs had sapped her strength, and he was far stronger.

“Face it, no one’s coming to save you,” he taunted. “Ian’s too busy with Sophie to care. But don’t worry. After tonight, you’ll be mine. And trust me, I’ll treat you right.”

entrance to the hall, Sophie did block lan. In her eyes, she was already a rising star – far above some nobody like him. The fact that she was even bothering to speak to him

in that imperious way she’d perfected. “We need to

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look at her smug expression and shouldered past without

boyfriend blacklists you,” she shrieked after

with Wayne, acting sneaky, Ian assumed they must be playing

*****

loud crash came from inside. He shoved the door open to find Yolanda gripping a stool, while Wayne groaned

Yolanda dropped the stool and sagged against

and threw him out,

forehead. She’d been holding herself together, but now she slumped

a few strides, lifting her onto the bed. Her flushed cheeks told him she’d

spun, vision blurring. Every

and pressed it to her face. The coolness soothed her, and she clung to his wrist, fingers tightening around his. He

the windows. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Then her phone buzzed and the screen lit up with

his hand back and resumed

her arms around his neck. “I’m burning up,” she murmured, her breath

away, hesitating before dabbing her cheek again with the damp