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Chapter 38 - You Are The Person He Was Talking About

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Chapter 38 – You Are The Person He Was Talking About

Hunter Ashford

I love her.

Two sides of me emerged when I heard those words in my head.

One side was the monstrous reality check that reminded me of the dangers I'd be putting her in if I told her I love her.

The other side was the one wanting to slap me for taking this long to admit it.

I fucking love her.

It felt strange. I've never felt for someone what I feel for her. I would do anything for her and it fucking kills me to have to stay away from her. I convinced myself that I could protect her but I was just lying to myself. She doesn't deserve any of this. Even if it means sacrificing the love of the one person who sees more in me than I ever saw in myself.

I was ecstatic when she told me she was in love with me. There was nothing that could bring me down from the excitement that consumed me. That was until I saw the obvious hurt and pain in her eyes that she didn't bother to hide.

I will make it up to her, I told myself.

I will make her forgive me, I told myself.

But there was no point because I already pushed her away and I'd be damned if I think she'd ever come back to me after the way I messed with her emotions.

I know she thinks that I see this as a game. But the truth is I've never been so sure of something in my life. I've been so fucking scared of letting people know me but when she listened to every word I said to her when I told her about my childhood, there was no denying that this girl was who I wanted to spend all my time with.

She owns me. Alyssa Shade fucking owns me and I wouldn't have it any other way, even if it means not being able to tell her how much she means to me.

*****

Alyssa Shade

I sat at the edge of the bed with my legs raised to my knees. My bottom lip quivered in fear and I felt the heat of my sweaty palms seep through my jeans.

The room was fairly large, probably double the size of my room. It had everything a luxurious bedroom would have.

The bed was queen-sized with fresh, lavender sheets and floral pillows.

Did they have this prepared specifically for me?

I hoped the answer was no because I don't know how crazy I'd go if there were people preparing for my arrival in a place I've never been whilst I was in another state having fun.

I didn't think I'd plan an entire trip to Miami just to end up back in New York.

I've never been to this part of the city. Everything seemed unfamiliar during the drive here and that only added to my anxiety.

8 Hours Earlier

"Thank you."

I mumbled to the man who practically ran over to take my suitcase from me. He carried it up the steps of the private jet and I gawked at the sight of the plane.

"Holy shit."

Charlotte whispered behind me when several men in suits boarded the plane, all armed with guns.

I turned around and looked at Charlotte. The fear in her eyes made my stomach drop and I could clearly tell that she was seconds away from jumping into the plane herself just so she could fly to New York and beat the living shit out of Hunter.