Chapter 82

• I didn’t even want to know what that meant. But I could see the lines of pain around his eyes when he talked about her. I tried again. “You were going to marry her. That has to mean something.” The words were barely louder than a whisper. And in a way, I felt betrayed for my sister. My mind couldn’t wrap itself around the fact that she’d been willing to give up her life for this man. “She was an actress…”
• “Yeah, that shit was gonna stop as soon as she said ‘I do.’ Too high profile. It was my mistake that I thought my secrets were safe—namely the fact that I was alive and well—until we tied the knot. How the fuck was I supposed to know she’d open her big mouth on TV? What the hell was that interview for anyway? She hadn’t had any work in over a year.” He seemed to almost forget me as he looked off into the distance, as though the answers to his questions were hidden somewhere in the wall. A few tense seconds ticked by, and then his attention snapped back to me, his eyes falling to his dick. He slid his hand faster up and down the length. “Ah, fuck…you’re making me lose my hard on.”
• A flood of relief made me lightheaded, and I sat up with a wince, pain shooting from my hip as I pulled the towel around me, hoping he would let me go back to my room. I felt, more than saw, when my movements grabbed his attention again.