When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 9 Can I Have a Taste?

Chapter 9 Can I Have a Taste?

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You’re a manipulative, scheming woman. So what if you’re Sunny? I must’ve been blind to think you were kind and pure!”

Jensen’s voice had barely fallen when Sharon suddenly collapsed–whether from rage or theatrics, no one could tell.

“Sharon!”

Panic hit Jensen like a bolt. He rushed to her side, scooped her into his arms, and bolted for the exit.

“Call an ambulance!” he shouted as he passed.

As he brushed past Natalie, he hissed, “If anything happens to her, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

Natalie stumbled, her balance lost–until a hand caught her from behind, steadying her.

She stared at Jensen’s retreating figure, panic driving every step.

Five years ago, he’d run like this too–carrying her out of the Summers family estate.

Back then, that figure had seemed impossibly tall, a hero giving her a reason to live.

But now, that same figure was cradling someone else.

She thought of the hidden photo frame in the living room. For five years, she’d consoled herself–even if she was Jensen’s second choice, they still had real feelings.

But now she knew–she’d been lying to herself all along.

Sharon was his real crush.

And it was time for her to step off the stage.

Natalie steadied herself, but the emotions in her eyes hadn’t faded.

That was when a warm, sandalwood–scented suit jacket fell across her shoulders.

I once owed Witch Doctor a favor. He asked me to help you today, so I did. Now that it’s over… what are you planning to do? Do you have anywhere to go? I could-”

The man didn’t finish.

Natalie suddenly spun around, grabbed his tie, and yanked him close.

His features were as handsome as Jensen’s, if not more. That mole beneath his eye had a strangely intoxicating pull.

For five years, she’d given her entire heart to Jensen. Now that it had been shattered–even though she’d reclaimed what was hers–there was no joy. Only an unbearable pressure that threatened to break her.

She needed to let it out. “Sleep with me?”

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words were soft and fragrant–but they

“What did you say?”

He thought he’d misheard.

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the Natalie who had only ever had eyes for Jensen.

she just gave

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go of his tie and turned to walk away–but before she could take a step, he scooped her up

arms.

“Don’t regret this later.”

with desire, as he strode toward

the launch and headed straight for the hotel

them. He carried her straight

the door open, then

cool fingers

time

was hoarse, his restraint

throat before her teeth lightly grazed

His body tensed.

one hand, his cufflink scraping over the red marks still lingering from

out of chances now,

lips took her earlobe,

fizzing–like the blood–sweet taste when she’d bit his tongue moments

wanted to rip out his throat, but when the third button of his shirt popped off. revealing a cross–shaped scar just

“You-”

“Focus, woman.”

before she

the cracked corner of her lip, leaving a bloody fingerprint on

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& belt buckle camered to the

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was wild.

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out a charme, passing before highring in

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voice was rouch satisfed. The flush on his face hadn’t

Natale shook her head

She used to like that clean scent on him. But now, all she could

him. It made her crave something

the room, blending with the afterglowr

side profile

was hot and