Forbidden Fantasies

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attempt a joke. It's not funny to Rhys. The brooding man doesn't so much as grunt, but again, he cou

will only make him investigate me. Rhys is the kind of man who always looks over his shoulder. He has a ton of skeletons to hide, after all. There

t my gaze. I hope he will believe me or respe

ondering what kind of person I dated for me to be on the run after ending the relationship,

affect my performance at work or impli

before returning his eyes to the road. "Your

g

place to stay that I forgot what an

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uisite apartment in a high-rise that looks like it belongs in a business magazine? Living here must cost more than my annual

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yllable. "No one will ask you to pay a penny. The place

lfway through my statement with a fierce gla

e so cold and gru

sure the door and windows are close

He rarely says anything in humor, unless he is making fun of me at the of

off on your own," he adds. The way he says it makes me suspect he knows I ma

begin to sink in. I am no longer living in that litt

ion, passcodes, and access cards that one would think the president's child lives

about to snatch you right off the street a

e finds out who brought me here, he will back off. No one has the guts to

equipped with modern appliances. Most of it is either black or

ing in front of the large, black fridge

t have lived in a fancy apartment before, but I'm pretty sure tenants don't get their grocery shopping

s order

ocket change to him, but he doesn't strike me as the kind

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first time in nearly two years, I don't have to worry about rent

n he brought me here. My imagination is, as usual, s

ch and turns to me. "This is where

re to the beauty before me. Rhys is wearing a gray suit today. Havi

o the nearest

omething to drin

lly a yes from him. I hurry to the kitchen and make coffe

ake. I was so lost in thought that I added two extra

I'll remake

e grabs my hand and yanks me ont

He swiped my hair off my shoulders, holding it at the back