Page 54 of His Little Secret in Discretion
I placed a kiss on her stomach. “You’ve been quiet tonight… Everything all right?”
“Fine,” she said, just like before.
“You don’t have to tell me yet…” I began watching her face as her eyes finally met mine. “But if someone said something, touched you—”
“Nothing happened,” she cut in, too fucking fast at that.
My jaw clenched, but I kept my composure, nodding silently as she pulled away to finish getting ready for bed.
Deciding not to press any further, I let it go. For now. Because something happened to my little Sunshine, and despite her effort to avoid it and keep it a secret, I’d figure it out soon enough.
The unlucky bastard who hurt her had better pray that I never did.
It was the next morning, and by some miracle, I was up with the sunrise, which was too damn bright for how dim my own little Sunshine was feeling. She was still asleep, curled up on the other side of the bed, lost in her dreams, seeming guarded somehow even in this state of slumber.
I watched her for a minute, confused how she went from cuddled up under me to distant in a single night.
Her phone buzzed once on the nightstand, and she didn’t move.
I told myself not to look… and maybe if she hadn’t shut me out last night, if she hadn’t kissed my cheek like a stranger, if she hadn’t lied through her teeth with a smile she didn’t mean… I would have listened to the suggestion.
But I didn’t.
I reached for the phone, careful not to wake her, screen already lit up with a “low storage” warning as I silently tsked.
Her phone not having a password only made me shake my head even more. My sweet little Sunshine was too trusting.
Opening the message, I stared down at the texts that had come in only seconds ago.
Unknown
Don’t forget what you are.
One word from me, and he won’t look at you the same again.
I didn’t know how to react. I’d probably read them over a hundred times over before my blood began to boil. Messages like this didn’t belong in her phone. In her fucking world. But there they were, threatening, mocking, smug, all in one.
Who the fuck does this guy think he is?
I glanced over at her, still breathing slow and soft, face buried in the pillow like she wasn’t being threatened in her goddamn sleep, like someone wasn’t dangling her past over her head. I took a screenshot before I could second-guess myself. Texted it to my number, then deleted the thread and any trace of the number.
I didn’t want to invade her privacy. No. I would never do that to my sugar baby Sunshine. But my girl had secrets… secrets tied to scars I hadn’t earned the right to touch.
Not yet.
I watched silently as she stirred in her sleep. I put the phone down beside her before pulling her into my chest to melt against me. I had to fight the urge to forward all her calls and textsto me, but that would be too stalkerish… too Killian-possessive-coded. But I needed my baby to trust me.
She whined against me, her hand finding my chest as she ran it up and down. Not like I wasn’t already hard as a fucking rock, and she just had to make it harder.Figuratively and literally.
“If you’re gonna feel me up in your sleep, Sunshine,” I muttered against the crown of her head, my voice thick with heat, “at least have the decency to wake up and finish the job.”
In response, she squeezed my nipple and tugged, her eyes still closed as she snuggled closer.
I chuckled, low, dragging my palm down her back, letting her fall back asleep against me, her breath warm on my chest, her fingers still curled against my skin like she belonged there.
And she did.
She just didn’t know it yet.
