Page 67 of Deadline for Love

She wore a white summer dress that emphasized her figure and had braided her hair into two pigtails.

“Justin cares for me and does all the work around the house. Plus, thanks to you, he handles my mood swings much more gracefully.”

I waved her off after her statement. “No thanks needed.”

Amara leaned back and looked at me with huge eyes. “But... But Bel, can you tell me how things are going with the case?”

I closed my mouth and thought about how I would tell her since I didn’t even know what was happening.

“Please don’t lie to me. Tell me everything you know.”

Sighing, I sat down in a cross-legged position and turned to see her and started to tell her everything that had happened,and by the time I got to the end, I remembered something about myself.

“I should talk to Janette again. Maybe she’s ready to talk to me.”

Amara took the latest information very calmly, and answered, “Maybe she’s just scared. Any normal person would be scared in a situation like this, and not everyone would go to the police. There could be several reasons. Maybe she wants to protect herself by keeping quiet.”

Her words made sense, but somehow, I couldn’t understand them. “But if we could give the police more clues, we could catch the guy quicker and everyone would be safe again.”

“That may be, but it’s not worth taking such a risk for some people. I’ll be honest with you, Bel, if I were your neighbor and I saw something I’m not supposed to see, I’d lie and keep quiet just to protect myself. And if this person also knew about my weaknesses and extorted me, then I would do everything I could to prevent my loved ones from being harmed.”

She took my hand. “And you are a weakness of mine, Bella. If I ever found myself in a situation where I knew I could save you by keeping quiet, I would.”

I pulled Amara into a big hug and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll never let you get into a situation like this,” I murmured, then gave her a little push away so I could look at her amber eyes.

“We’ll never get into a situation like that,” I promised, and she nodded hesitantly.

Chapter 25

After visiting Amara, I headed to Nathan’s apartment.

“And there he told me to come back early,” I muttered, shaking my head. A quick glance at the clock told me it was a little past seven. I had spent a few hours with Amara, but it was still early enough.

Shrugging my shoulders, I shook off my thoughts and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I put on shorts and Nathan’s t-shirt without a bra, then I went into the kitchen and got myself a drink. Nathan still wasn’t home, and I was a bit disappointed.

Sighing, I went into the bedroom to lay down, and grabbed the second book Aicha had lent me and read it.

I was so lost in this world that I didn’t notice anything around me; it was anotherenemies-to-loversromance, and finally, the two became lovers. I devoured every chapter just wanting to get to where they were right now, alone in a room with only one bed. It was just getting intense, but suddenly, my book was taken away, and I looked up in astonishment at the perpetrator.

Nathan looked like he came out freshly from the shower, his hair still wet and dripping down his skin. His pants hung looselyover his hips, and I could admire his full-toned abs on full display.

He held the book close, and his eyes lingered on the page where I was at the time. A moment passed, and then he broke the silence. “So, my dear wife loves to read about sex.”

My face flushed after his statement, which put a mischievous grin on his face. “I wondered why you weren’t paying attention to me.”

I snatched the book from his hand and pressed it against my chest to protect it from his gaze.

“It’s not just about sex; it’s about how the man doesn’t see her as an object but worships her and shares his feelings with her,” I hissed. “Besides, there’s a deeper plot.”

Nathan tilted his head, and his smile faded. “I can do better than books.”

I scoffed because of his comment. “Come on, Nathan. This is fiction.”

“I don’t care. If you want me to talk about my feelings while fucking you, I can do that. If you want me to talk you through my thoughts, I’ll do that too.”

He leaned forward and slowly crawled to hover over my outstretched legs. His hands were placed to my left and right, and his face was right above my stomach.

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