Page 51 of Vow of Revenge
I focused on my task at hand, research. With the internet loaded I began my evening trawl, until his name flashed in the corner of my screen.
Email: Kaleb De Courcy
Heading: One question
Little Mouse,
Did you enjoy yourself in my car?
Kaleb
Okay, okay, steady my racing heart. I was not expecting an email from this guy – the same man who practically shut down immediately after he growled into my neck as he came, then more or less shoved me out of the car while it was still moving. It’s like there are two sides to him. There’s the man who looked after me the first night we met, when he didn’t have to. The man who stood up to Lynn on my behalf and called me perfect, and then there’s the man who hides himself away from me whenever we’re alone together. I know there’s a heart inside there, somewhere. I want to find it and keep it for myself, but I can’t help hating myself for letting him use me. I promised myself I would stay away from him, free myself of his hold, but…
Email: Freya Beaumont
Heading: Coffee?
Mr. De Cocky,
You offered a girl coffee and fucked her into oblivion instead.
I know which one I’d rather have.
Freya
I smiled like a stupid fool, hitting send. In a few seconds his reply bounced into my inbox.
Email: Kaleb De Courcy
Heading: Coffee is overrated
Freya,
Your body is better than any caffeine fix. I’m still buzzed.
Kaleb
Holy shit he called me by my name. Is he really admitting something here? Does he actually like me? My pulse thrummed, gushing round my body like water from a burst dam.
Email: Freya Beaumont
Heading: Buzz kill
Kaleb,
Brett is killing my buzz, he’s with my sister down the hall.
If only I had another shot of caffeine. Or even the one you promised me, given you arrived at my office, took me out for coffee, and what did I get…?zero coffee.
Freya
I hesitated before sending. I gave away a piece of myself, admitting my longing for him. I showed weakness – my soft flesh exposed. There was no instant response, I clicked refresh multiple times, but my inbox remained empty. Damn it. He did it again. He sucked me in, played with my mind and fucked me over.
As if by magic his name appeared moments later when despair had almost eaten me.
Email: Kaleb De Courcy
Heading: Meet me…
