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“Are you okay?” the man asks.
Huh?
I recognize that voice. It’s the same deep, sexy voice that murmured filthy things in my ear in a luxurious suite at Dark Compulsion while the unwavering alpha fucking me made me come over and over again.
I look up and my heart stops.
Unforgettable aqua blue eyes stare down at me.
I blink.
I blink again.
I blink one more time for good measure.
The gorgeous man staring down at me has been the main star of my dirty dreams for the past two nights.
Am I dreaming?
I’m having a shitty day so far, surely God wouldn’t be so cruel as to conjure up a mirage.
“Ignatius?!” I croak.
He blinks. His expression is a total mystery. “Wild Strawberry?” The club names sound a bit ridiculous in real life. He scans the surrounding space, then focuses on me. “Did someone hurt you?”
Suddenly, I’m fully aware of my sad, sad state.
“This is so embarrassing,” I avert my gaze, wiping away tears streaking down my face with trembling hands.
His strong fingers tip my chin, raising my face up so he can meet my eyes with his steady blue ones. He stares at me with careful sympathy, like he can read my soul. “Why are you crying?”
“It’s nothing,” I dismiss.
He cocks a suspicious eyebrow. “You’re a terrible liar, sweetness. What’s going on?”
My lips part, like I could spill all my hurt into the palm of his hands and he'd make it all better.
Ridiculous. I know.
Mom is dead.
Dad is dead.
My grandparents on Dad’s side died a few years ago.
Mom’s parents passed away when I was a kid.
I’m running a company I have no business running.
My bank account is currently negative. And my credit cards... maxed out. In other words, I’m up to my eyeballs in debt.
My loneliness weighs on me every waking hour of the day.
I ache for the family I lost.
I ache for the sense of safety that was my companion until the day I buried my dad.
I only have my pain left. Nothing else.
