Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“Why did you make Blaze babysit me?”
“He merely suggested it. I agreed,” John told me. “You can’t be out by yourself, little sis. You’ve already had your blood pressure drop once. With how malnourished you are, Blaze said the doc warned him it could happen again. You need to be resting.”
I hung up. I didn’t want to hear anymore. Somehow, John had figured out I’d left home, and he’d let Blaze know so Blaze could fetch me.
Blaze cut his eyes to me. “Not nice to hang up on your brother.”
I didn’t bother saying anything. When we stepped out of elevator, I kept my gaze on the floor. “Bathroom?” I whispered.
Blaze led me into his massive office that had a view of the city below us before pointing to a door off to the left side of the room. I quickly made my way into it and locked the door. It had a shower cubicle, a sink with guy products on it, and a toilet. A few towels sat on the rack mounted behind the toilet.
I dropped onto the seat and texted John as tears slid down my cheeks.
I don’t want this.
His reply was almost immediate.
I know you don’t, sis. God, I don’t want this for you either. It’s killing you inside. But what’s done is done. We just have to deal with it.
I sobbed and folded in on myself, my shoulders shaking as I tried to keep my cries quiet. But I should have known a locked door wouldn’t keep Blaze out. I heard the lock turn, and then he was standing there holding a key, looking bigger than ever with his charcoal gray suit on.
My lips trembled, and I rolled them into my mouth. He shook his head at me and lifted me from the toilet seat, cradling me against his chest. I didn’t dare look at his face as he gently set me on a couch. “You don’t get to cry alone, Montana,” he said quietly.
I burst into big, ugly, fat tears then as I curled in on myself, my entire body shaking. “I hate this,” I cried. “I don’t want this baby.”
Blaze crouched in front of me, his eyes roaming over my face. “You want an abortion, Montana? If you do, I’ll make it happen.”
Abortions were illegal in our state, especially with how far along I now was. This fetus now had a heartbeat.
I shook my head. “I won’t kill it.”
He sighed. “Sweetheart, you’re killing it by killing yourself,” he softly reminded me.
I clamped my hands over my ears like a child. He gently removed them, his hands circling my wrists, keeping me prisoner.
“You want me to call Jonah?”
I quickly shook my head. “No,” I choked out. “I don’t want him to know.”
Blaze heaved a heavy sigh before nodding. “I’m going to order some tea, something that will calm you and help you rest. And then, I’m going to order you some soup, something easy on your stomach. I want you to eat and drink both, understood?”
I closed my eyes. “I just want to die.”
Blaze growled softly, making my eyes spring back open. “Not on my watch, Montana.” He brushed his thumb over my damp cheek. “You’re going to live, and I’m going to make sure that you do.” He placed his hand over my thigh right where a raised, pink scar was at—the same scar he’d created when he stabbed me. “You’re going to survive this.”
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his lips to mine. He groaned low in his throat and dragged my body to the edge of the couch, his lips working with mine, coaxing a moan from the back of my throat. He kissed me until my tears stopped, and then he forced me to release my hold on him.
“If you want more of that, Montana, you’ll start fighting back against the demons inside of you.”
With that, he stood up and moved to his desk. I just shut my eyes, choosing to ignore the world around me all while my skin tingled and burned where he’d touched me.
Blaze had to be the equivalent of the devil on Earth. There was no other explanation for the way he sent my mind into a tailspin of both need and hatred.
17
Montana
Blaze had dropped me off a little while ago, cutting his work day short for me. John had promised Blaze he was on his way home when I got dropped off, hence why Blaze was comfortable leaving me by myself. But I wasn’t ready to be back in that house yet.
Blaze had me feeling confused. I didn’t know how to work through my emotions. I didn’t know how to pinpoint what I was feeling exactly.
Because there was no possible way I wanted both Jonah and Blaze in the exact same ways, was there?
There couldn’t be. It just didn’t make sense in my head.