Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

With a resigned smile, Blayze gingerly placed the glass down, withdrew his phone and contacted his secretary, tasking her with the acquisition of a women’s down jacket.

After a brisk shower, Blayze donned fresh attire and thoughtfully penned a note for Sabrina before stepping out.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that Sabrina stirred from her slumber.

She groggily opened her eyes and found herself ensconced within the confines of the hotel room, Despite the throbbing ache in her head, she immediately sat up and conducted a hasty inventory of her attire.

To her immense relief, her clothing remained intact, save for the down jacket she had been draped in.

Thankfully. With a sigh of relief, she reclined once more and shut her eyes.

Her recollections resurfaced. The bar, the unsettling encounter with those three men, and then… Tyrone seemed to show up later.

voice, distinctly not Tyrone’s, suddenly sounded

astonishment, she beheld the man before her,

Blayze replied through tightly clenched

upon the plush sofa, a sleek

Sabrina roused herself, her gaze sweeping the room

room bore conspicuous traces of habitation, distinct from the aura of a freshly occupied

curiosity that danced in her voice, she inquired, “Why an

momentarily at a loss for words, finally

ventured, “Did you retrieve me

that occasion. She had drunk a fair amount.

arched an eyebrow, offering