Page 33 of Sold to Her Enemy

He leaves me there on the floor as he walks out of the room.

My stomach lurches, and I feel sick.

I can’t believe I am in the hands of my enemy, and there is no escape.

8 ADRIAN

After I secure Mckenna to the bed with soft cuffs, I leave her and check my email.

Still unable to shut off my brain, I do a quick twenty-minute workout on the treadmill, and then I cool down, running through everything that has happened since leaving Club Lust.

The interrogation.

I could have been harder on her, but I wanted to see if she would soften up to me, and she did.

I thought if I was gentle to her, like enticing a small bird to eat, she’d have her guard down and let something slip about Davis.

Because I have never believed that he was innocent.

But the business isn’t why I can’t sleep.

Coming back into my bedroom, I pause, looking at Mckenna asleep on the mattress.

She’s twisting and turning, moaning softly in her sleep, and I wonder what she’s dreaming about.

The look on her face when I took her through the day I metaphorically blew up MM Industries was so raw and painful that it twisted my heart.

But I have to steel myself against her and any feelings I might have had for her, once upon a time.

The way her face is all slack with sleep, the hardness of her expression for me gone, makes me remember when I asked her about senior prom.

Even though her family was well ensconced with all the other rich sobs, there was something about Mckenna that always kept her apart from the other girls. She never ran with the mean girl crowd that my sister Ava did.

Mckenna kept to herself. She was smart and always had a line of kids, including myself, asking for her help in chemistry or algebra.

I sit on the end of the bed, my foot rubbing against her soft calf.

I can remember how she looked, her hair in a messy braid, trailing over her shoulder, holding a stack of books to her chest.

“Hey, Mckenna,” I leaned against the wall, trying to be casual.

But my heart was jumping around like a trapped wild animal.

I was popular. On the football team and the volleyball team.

My parents were always on the news, and everyone knew who I was.

This was the third time I was going to ask Mckenna out.

Even though some of my buddies would laugh at me for bringing a girl two years younger to my senior prom.

“Adrian.”

She glanced up, her big green eyes startled, as if it were a surprise to find me there. Her gaze landed on something behind me, and she took a step back, her back brushing against the window in the hallway.

“My senior prom is coming up.”

“Yeah, I saw that,” Mckenna gestured to the poster on the wall and bit her lip.

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