This is the first book in the 'Wicked' Series, a passionate and evocative romance.
When Grace is gripped tightly from behind in her own home, fearing for her life as an intruder presses hard against her, the last thing she expects to hear is the voi...
Steve had sent a message to an Amber. All it said was ‘thank you so much Amber, see you Thursday,’ with a smiley face. It was an innocent enough sentence, she could see that. The problem lay in the fact that there was no mail from this Amber in his inbox. Either he was not replying to an email she had sent, which was peculiar enough given the content, or worse, he had gone to the trouble of deleting the email she had sent. Either way, Grace’s blood turned to ice.
It was Thursday tomorrow, was Steve going to be meeting this woman? If so, what for? Why was he thanking her? The message had been sent just half an hour before he had arrived home the night he had been stuck at work. The night before he had been sexually charged and dominant.
Grace felt physically sick, but too numb to cry. How could he have secrets from her? Why would he? With a frightening realisation, it dawned on her that perhaps Hazel had been right about men. Perhaps Steve had grown bored of her and had gone looking for some excitement. She put his phone back where it had been as if in a trance, not knowing what to do, what to say or even how to feel. She was just praying that she was wrong, that she had the wrong end of the stick, but part of her was too scared to ask him outright, too terrified that the answer might confirm her worry. She didn’t know that she’d be strong enough to hear it.
Grace took a deep breath as Steve re-entered the bedroom, a towel wrapped round his waist. His black hair had been towel dried and was spiking up all over the place. He looked adorable.
She couldn’t handle this now—she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. What had been sent was obviously out of context for her, it was surely nothing to worry about. Surely he wouldn’t be cheating on her—they were in love.
But isn’t this what Hazel used to scoff about? Idiot women who let their man get away with anything just because they told them they loved them? Was she now one of these idiots?
Steve got into bed and wrapped her in his strong arms. Grace had to bite her lip, hard, in order to stop herself from crying. For the first time ever, while he held her, she felt really alone.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I’m popping out to see Dave after work tomorrow so I’ll be back a little late,” he mentioned casually as he turned off the lamp.
She was grateful for the darkness. There was her confirmation. Steve had just lied to her, smoothly and easily. And if he’d done it so easily then, how many times had she missed it before? He wasn’t meeting Dave, he was meeting this Amber, and he was definitely having an affair.
Grace lay next to him in silence as her entire world came crashing down around her. As Steve’s breathing slowed and he gave in to sleep, she sobbed into the night, clutching her chest as her heart broke.
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