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We lay back down

"Is Gram upset with us?" I asked him in a very small voice She must have been so disappointed Here she'd taken me in and now she had to deal with this mess

He went stiff around ht she'd be upset with you?"

I shrugged a shoulder "I killed a cop I et rid of the body? I' but trouble"

"Stop it None of this was you She's sad about it, very sad" The way he said, the way his voice cracked on the words, made it clear she wasn't the only one that was sad "But of course she doesn't blame you"

"Do you think they'll ever find the body?" I asked hi ti else about it It's taken care of, okay? You trust ht?"

I did Completely and utterly

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

"Love doesn't o round Love is what makes the ride hile"

~Franklin P Jones

PRESENT

SCARLETT

I earing nothing but so sex with a guy I wouldn't have let so Meanwhile so et lost in the role, to put just the right touch of vulnerable passion into my expression

I was always the epitome of nonchalant about the racy scenes, the nudity, all of it

Because I was determined to be a professional, particularly about this

So up for the fact that I had been a victim once Overcompensation as I tried to convince ain

Deep seated and hidden just as as how this elicited so someone I hadn't chosen and did not want put their hands on me made me feel unclean Sticky with an old filth that would not wash off

There was even a physical pain that it triggered, a sharp stab, almost like a menstrual cramp but more acute and lower, that only came up when I kicked this particular internal hornet's nest I'd never, never say it, though, or show it I was determined to be a pro to the end, especially about this