Page 79 of A Captive Situation

Christ.

I rolled to my back and smoothed a hand over my chest. I was still breathing hard. Waiting until my heart rate slowed, I lay there, needing to get myself under control. What the fuck had that just been? It wasn’t sex. That was for damn sure. It was more like a rutting. Like we were animals needing to breed, which fuck, fuck, fuck.

I had a day to grab our mark. One day. And we were here, fucking like animals. And even now, she was in that bathroom and my dick was stirring all over again.

I wanted another round. I wanted more than another round. I didn’t want to stop.

This was a problem.

I cursed, sitting up, and ran a hand over my face. I’d barely slept in a week. I couldn’t remember the last time I had an actual meal, and we had tonight to do this, but I looked down at my cock.

Hard.

Fuck’s sake.

And ... Was that crying I heard?

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Sawyer

I needed to get away from him, just for a short reprieve, but as soon as the bathroom door closed, I lost it.

Tears slipped out, but those tears were from the last week. For the love of Aunt Clara, I’d earned a good cry session.

But it wasn’t just the tears. It was more.

I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.

All those years with Beck. College. My twenties. Most of my thirties. It’d never been like that with Beck.Ever.

How stupid had I been?

My stomach was rioting. Pressing a hand against it, I slid down the wall until I was on the floor, and that’s when the first laugh came out.

Oh. My. God.

I wanted to call a friend and cry and laugh it out with her. That would’ve been Manda, but he took her.

I’d not been processing the loss of that friendship, but right now, in the bathroom, after having fuckingexplosivesex—she was supposed to be here.

Another laugh gurgled up, and then I couldn’t stop.

Jesus fucking Christ. Fucking Manda.

She was who I should’ve called, but I was also realizing that friendship had been stale too. For too long. We were friends because of why? Out of obligation? Habit? I couldn’t remember the last time I needed to call her and only she could say something to make me feel better. I went to my mom. Clara and Bess. I went to them. They were my best friends. Not Manda.

Shit. When had that stopped?

A whole new set of layers was falling from my view. I was seeing the world differently, day by day.

I missed Manda, but also ... I didn’t at the same time.

She never liked martini nights either. She and Beck were perfect for each other. Holy shit.

How had I been so clueless about everything?

Why did I stay with him?Why, why, why?

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