about Barbados, and Kate and Elliot’s antics, which is
wonderfully distracting. But it’s just that—a distraction.
My mind, my heart, my soul are all still in that
apartment with my Fifty Shades and the woman who used
to be his submissive. A woman who thinks she still loves
him. A woman who looks like me.
During our third beer, a large cruiser with hea一vily-tinted
windows pulls up next to the Audi in front of the
apartment. I recognize Dr. Flynn as he climbs out,
accompanied by a woman dressed in what look like pale
blue scrubs. I glimpse Taylor as he lets them in through the
front door.
“Who’s that?” Ethan asks.
“Who’s that?” Ethan asks.
“His name’s Dr. Flynn. Christian knows him.”
“What kind of doctor?”
“A shrink.”
“Oh.”
We both watch, and a few minutes later they are back.
Christian is carrying Leila who is wrapped in a blanket.
What? I watch horrified as they all climb into the cruiser,
and it speeds away.
Ethan glances at me sympathetically, and I feel
desolate, completely desolate.
“Can I ha一ve something a bit stronger?” I ask Ethan, my
voice small.
“Sure. What would you like?”
“A brandy. Please.”
Ethan nods and retreats to the bar. I gaze through the
window at the front door. Moments later Taylor emerges,
climbs into the Audi, and heads off toward Escala . . . after
Christian? I don’t know.
Ethan places a large brandy in front of me.
Ethan places a large brandy in front of me.
“Come on, Steele. Let’s get drunk.”
Sounds like the best offer I’ve had in a while. We clink
glasses, and I take a gulp of the burning amber liquid, the
fiery heat a welcome distraction from the hideous
blossoming pain in my heart.
It’s late, and I feel fuzzy. Ethan and I are locked out of the
apartment. He insists on walking me back to Escala, but
he won’t stay. He’s called the friend he met earlier for a
drink and arranged to crash with him.
“So, this is where the Mogul lives.” Ethan whistles
through his teeth, impressed.
I nod.
“Sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” he
asks.
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