Beautiful temptation |18+

THIRTEEN

SABRINA

My eyes fluttered as the stem from my coffee braced my face, and I closed my eyes as I brought the cup to my lips, letting the hot liquid burn my tongue.

I let out a tired sigh, staring blankly at the couch in front of me as I ignored the burning sensation between my hands.

All I think about is what happened in his office and what he said.

Even though I don't like to admit it, what Mike did broke me. I spent a good part of my life being damaged, and when Mike came into the picture, I thought I could finally learn to trust again and, dare I say, love again.

For fuck's sake, I told him things I'd never told a single soul, laid my heart and soul to him, put everything I could into our relationship, and he betrayed me in the worst way possible.

I've been so occupied with what has been happening that I didn't have the time to process the betrayal properly, not until he called.

I so badly want for him to feel that hurt and that pain.

But is it worth having to deal with him?

I know he's been watching me. I just don't know how.

I've had different technicians sweep through every nook and cranny of my house over and over again, still every camera still remaining has been found. I changed all the locks on my doors and windows numerous times, even to the point of permanently locking a window because I was sure that was where he was entering from. I've been staying up all night for days now, trying to catch him in the act.

But yet, I still wake up to a dark rose on my dresser every morning.

I did everything I could possibly do, but nothing's working.

Nothing can stop him.

It feels like I'm losing my mind. The helplessness is now flowing through my brain and taking root there, making me paranoid and jumpy at every slight movement and every noise.

I hate it.

I hate being so scared, thinking he's always in the darkness, always watching. I hate sitting around like a lamb while he watches through the shadows, waiting in fear until he is ready to take me against my will.

Knowing that there's nothing that I can do about it.

And this is the man that I'm following to his family dinner.

Is pissing Mike off and ruining the family dinner worth this fear?

I could run away. Travel to Peru, get a job in finance, and lay low there. Maybe I can meet the man of my dreams and, if he wants, have beautiful children, finally living the life I've always wanted to live.

Move on from this headache that is the Ciro family.

I want to and would most certainly do that, but after all that Mike has put me through, all I want to do now is break and humiliate Mike like he did to me. Watch him burn seeing me in his uncle's arms.

Then I'd move to Peru.

I took another sip of my coffee and jumped when my doorbell rang.

I let out a frustrated groan, taking another sip before dropping the cup on the table. I tied my head up in a bun, taking a deep breath to steady myself before I opened the door.