"You said this was an emergency," he said in a bored, unconvinced tone.
"It is an emergency! I'm not sure how long you plan on keeping me here, bound to your property. And I don't want to remain in this dress any longer, unless you let me go home this instant. I- I can retrieve some for myself and then-,"
He laughs. It's a deep, sexy rumble. Ugh I shouldn't think of him in such ways.
"I am very aware of what you're trying to do here Ms. Haven, do not mistake me for a fool," he retorts, almost incredulously. And I don't give up.
"But I told you! I don't want to be wearing this hideous thing! I- I need-"
"If it's bothering you so much just take it off," he says, nonchalantly, tossing back the last sip in his glass before pouring himself another.
I ground my teeth together. How strong is that drink?
"If you're trying to be funny, I suggest you look for a better sense of humor. I'm being serious Mr. Ambrose, this isn't one of your sick jokes,"
But he looked back at me, straight in the eye, as cold and as impassive as ever.
"I wasn't joking."
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Layla's life takes a whole 360 the morning she wakes up to a foreign room, on a foreign bed with absolutely no recollection of what occurred the previous night at the ball, except for the haunting memory of cerulean eyes and a ridiculously handsome face.
What happens when she realizes that not only is he the most handsome and charismatic bachelor she's ever laid eyes on, but is also the captor that comes to keep her under lock and key?
Things begin to escalate, and Layla finds herself tangled in a deep web of questions, mysteries and secrets. In the midst of the uncertainty, she begins to form an unhealthy attachment to him, desire and attraction soon grow into feelings too strong for her to deny.
So once skeletons fall out and hidden closets are exposed, will the two be able to remain strong? Is Layla ready for what she is about to learn?
We were a team. A confidence team, gaining your trust and ripping you off for every penny we could squeeze out of you. Stealing millions between pickpocketing, elaborate schemes against the rich, and knocking off banks; we made it big. We were good, really good at what we did.
This time we were too greedy. We couldn't pass up a 4 million dollar art con. Each couple would have walked away with 2 million dollars and we could have settled down and finally started the family we had talked about for years.
But he disappeared......in the middle of the night, abandoning me.
Until he returned with a bullet hole in his arm and desperation in his eyes. Begging me to help him one last time, but could I ever forgive him? Could I ever look past his betrayal of leaving me in Tennessee to fend for myself and fight off the cops myself?
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"What were the first words you ever spoke to me?" He asked softly, his thumbs wiping away the wetness from my cheeks.
"No." I choked out. "Don't! I don't want to say it."
"You said...Hi, my name is Alexis and I just moved into my grandparent's house across the street. Can I play with you? And I knew the moment I laid eyes on you...."
"You were 10 years old, you didn't know shit." I croaked.
"I may have been 10, but I knew a beautiful girl when I saw one. And you blew the rest of the world out of the water. I may have saved you by leaving you in Tennessee, but at least you still had your grandparents. I had no one if I didn't have you."