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Chapter 3
sleep. She carefully untangled herself from his arms and slid off the mattr
arble floor. She walked to the island, grabbed a gl
ss. The freezing liquid hit her stomach, trying
rble counter suddenly lit up. A
e picked up the phone. It was an iMe
ond. She quickly pressed the volume b
n-lit VIP booth at a club. Hayden was slum
she could easily read Hayden's lips. She was sobbi
Joy. "Darren and his idiot friends just sai
from her fingers and slammed hard against the mar
nformation. Cristian had been so cold on the phone. Was it all an act? Di
n back down the long hallway toward the master bedroom. Her he
oom door open and stared
The covers were thr
face. The room spun. She turned her
t he always wore was
er legs lost all strength. She leaned against the do
her own skin to stop the pathetic sobs from ripping out
ront of the penthouse. The electroni
from her mouth and wiped the tears off
elf to stand. She stumbled out of th
he front door. He was wearing his black trench coat. He was tak
rk eyes instantly locked onto her red, swoll
in three long strides. "Why are you walking around with
m, her brain completely short-circuiting.
t down, scooped her up into his arms,
own paper bag on the glass coffee table. The smell o
ing his coat. "I figured you were hungry. I went down t
t fought back broke loose again. They poured down her face, this
large, rough thumbs clumsily wiping the tears off her cheeks. "Cassidy, what happe
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