Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“I didn’t,” Jack said. “Why the fuck did you need space from us? It was the three of us for years and then you just ran away. Abandoned us.”
You really shouldn’t be listening.
She’d always been a nosey parker.
“Jack, I didn’t . . . I didn’t mean for you to feel that way,” Jameson told him. “I never wanted to hurt you.”
“But you’re sure you’re ready now?” Jack asked. “Because I won’t be so forgiving if you pull away from us again.”
“I won’t pull away again. The lies and manipulation were hard to see past. I think I knew deep down what was happening, but I couldn’t come to you both until now. I’m sorry for hurting you both. But I want to move on . . . with someone suitable for all of us.”
Someone suitable for all of us.
She knew that wasn’t her. She wasn’t sophisticated enough. Old enough. And apparently, she was ruining his life. Although she didn’t understand how.
She tuned back into what she was saying, realizing she’d missed a chunk.
“But why would William tell me that she doesn’t want to stay here?” Jameson asked. “It doesn’t make sense.”
Bollocks. Uncle Willy told him that she said she couldn’t stay? Is that why he thought she’d lied?
Couldn’t they just have asked her what was going on?
She couldn’t . . . she couldn’t stick around and listen to anything more. To see Ian and Jack agreeing with Jameson.
Moving, she hurried away. She could barely see from the tears clouding her vision. But she didn’t care. All she wanted was to get away from here.
“I hate emotions,” she muttered. Why couldn’t she be cold and hard?
Why couldn’t she have slept with them without having feelings?
Because she found it hard to get turned on by people she didn’t know. Sure, at the club, she’d played with some Doms. But only ones she’d met and liked. And mostly, she’d stayed in the Littles area.
She’d shown them her Little.
She’d trusted them not to hurt her.
You’ve got no right to be hurt. They didn’t lie to you, didn’t promise you anything.
Jameson was their best friend. This was what they wanted. And it wasn’t like she could stay.
Still, learning what Jameson thought of her hurt. A lot.
“Hey, are you all right?”
She turned suddenly, staring blurrily at a woman walking toward her. Maggie wiped at her eyes. Why did she look so familiar?
“You . . . you’re the woman from the bathroom at the hospital.” Why would she be here?
“Ahh, yes. And you’re crying. Again.”
“I’m just slightly emotional at the moment. Ignore me.”
“Somehow, I don’t think it’s that. I don’t think our country is being very good to you.”
“No, that’s not true. Everyone is lovely. What . . . what are you doing here?”
“I’m part of the make-up crew.”
She was? Maggie couldn’t remember seeing her.
“I’ve been sticking mainly to the tent.”
Maggie nodded.
“Everyone is nearly done. They’ll probably be looking for you soon. Maybe you should . . . freshen up.”
“Is that code for saying that I look like crap?” Maggie asked.
“I would never say that. Come with me. I have a few things that can help.”
“Okay. Thanks. That’s kind.” Maggie stumbled along. “Aren’t we going in the wrong direction, though?”
“Hmm? Oh, they’re in my car.”
Why was there a car back here? A bad feeling filled Maggie. “I think I better get back.” She looked over her shoulder. She was so far from the tents that she didn’t think anyone would hear her unless she really yelled.
“Don’t do anything foolish, slut,” the woman whispered before something sharp was pressed to her neck. Maggie tried to get away, to fight back, but whatever was injected into her took effect quickly.
She couldn’t move. She was awake, but she couldn’t do anything.
Fear flooded her.
Why was this happening? What was going on?
“Hey,” the woman said. “Got her. I need help transporting her, though.”
Why would this woman do this? Why her? What was going on?
A tear dripped down her cheek. She wanted Ian. Jack. She wanted them to save her.
“Fuck, you couldn’t get her to the car?” a masculine voice grumbled.
“No, I couldn’t. She’s not completely stupid.”
What . . . what was going on? Confusion filled her.
Then, she was flying through the air. She screamed in her head, but nothing came out. She landed on a hard shoulder.
Oh God.
Where were they taking her? Why were they kidnapping her? Did they have her mistaken for someone else?
“Fuck, open the trunk,” the man said. Then he started lowering her.
Into a dark, small space.
No, no, no!
She wouldn’t survive. She wouldn’t!
The door slammed shut.
And darkness surrounded her.
“I don’t know why Maggie said that to her uncle, but she’ll have a good reason,” Jack said.
Why would Maggie not want to move here?
Ian didn’t understand.
Perhaps she didn’t want to take this any further? It wasn’t like they’d discussed it. They’d kept things very much in the here and now.