His Bahamas Affair (The Albury Affairs) by Christina OW Read Free Book Online

that she had no answer to. So instead, she crawled to where he
sat, climbed onto his lap and cuddled against his chest and he wrapped his arms
around her. She barreled into his embrace, wishing she could hide in it until
she found her strength again.
    She’d cried herself to
sleep and woke up after a dreamless night in the protection of his embrace.
He’d wrapped himself around her, his front to her back, his thighs cradling
hers and his chin above her head as she used his arm as a pillow. She’d felt so
small and soft in the cocoon of his hard and large body. And most importantly,
she’d felt safe.
    He’d unknowingly
protected her from her nightmares and she’d felt the strongest temptation to
stay there forever, but the shame of her behavior had her leaving his embrace,
the room, the hotel and the country while he slept on oblivious to her flight.
    She battled with the
decision to call him, to explain why she left the way she did but…what was the
point?
    “Why is this happening
to me again? There is no reason for this nightmare!” she screamed at her empty
apartment.
    She sank to the floor,
feeling completely exhausted battling tears. She wasn’t going to cry again,
she’d cried enough and that hell was over eight years ago!
    Her butt slipped on the
carpeted floor and she rose just enough to pull what was under her. Mail, most
of them probably junk. Wanting some semblance of a normal life, she sorted
through them just like anyone else after getting back from a trip—even though
she had been away for just two days.
    There were only two
worth checking out, both with no stamps or return addresses. Puzzled, she
opened the first red envelope and a dried rose fell from it onto her lap. She
picked it up and examined it.
    Why
would someone send me a dried rose? Anthrax mail made more
sense!
    She placed it down on
the floor and pulled out the paper inside, also red. She flipped it open and
the first words crushed her chest into itself and she let out a pained cry.

 
    Mon Coeur …

 
    She threw the paper
away and quickly crawled away from it like it did have anthrax on it.
    How
is it possible? How did he find me? Her mind screamed.
    “No, no, no,” she cried
shaking her head. It couldn’t be possible.
    “No!” she screamed,
kicking at her coffee table and everything else in reach of her legs. When she
was done, she stood up and attacked her home, throwing things around until she
felt her anger diminish.
    She pulled at her hair
with both her hands as she stared at her hellish past sitting on the ground,
jeering at her.
    She couldn’t stay there
anymore. He’d found her. She had to leave, now! It wasn’t safe there anymore.
    Loraine rushed to the
door, moving around the envelopes like landmines as she opened it and made a
mad dash out without even caring about locking the door behind her. The devil
himself had probably being inside and there was no other intruder who could be
worse.
    She tore out of the
building basement parking and drove like a maniac across the city to her
parents’ home. It was a Sunday and she knew they would be home. When she got
there, she didn’t even bother to turn off the car. She just jumped out, ran
into the mansion and straight into her father’s den.
    He was seated on the
couch with someone else and she didn’t pause to find out who it was or be
introduced. She just did what she did that day they came for her in Paris,
something she’d never done since she was a little girl scared of the dark. She
launched herself at him, folding her body onto his lap and wrapped her arms
around his neck.
    “What the hell are you
doing, Loraine?” he yelled.
    “Daddy, he’s here. He
was at my apartment,” she whispered afraid if she spoke any louder, she’d bawl
her eyes out.
    Her father was silent
for a moment and she felt his pulse leap before he cursed under his breath. He
then wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him.
    “I’m sorry, George, but
we are going to