Page 88 of Ruined Vows
Too late.
I set the phone down. I’ve won her time. Now I want her truth.
And I’ll spend every second of that weekend breaking down the walls she thinks protect her because this isn’t about seduction.
It’s aboutpossession.And by the time she’s packed to leave? She already belongs to me.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
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PLANS, PANTIES AND PANIC
Itoss my phone onto the bed like it bit me. The nerve of him.
Three. Whole. Days.
I said yes.
Isaid yes.
What the hell is wrong with me?
To a Serbian mafia king with a God complex and a stare that should come with a warning label.
“You’re an idiot,” I mutter to myself, flinging open my closet like the right dress will suddenly solve all my problems.
I tell myself that overpacking is not submission. It’s survival.
I texted Joanne.
Emergency lunch? I need wasabi and a place to scream.
Sushi and emotional support? Are you picking me up, or do I meet you in thefallout zone?
Meet me there. I’m already halfway into a meltdown and halfway into my worst nightmare and perhaps lingerie.
OH??? That bad?
Worse than bad.
A few minutes pass as I pull clothes out and place them on my huge bed, when my phone buzzes again.
I take it you haven’t told him off yet?
I snort and type back.
Worse. I agreed to a weekend away with him. Three days. Off-grid. Likely a murder cottage.
W H A T? Are you brain-damaged or just horny?
...yes?
Girl.
He said I’d regret missing it.
