Chapter 0039
And although I didn’t want to let myself consider this as an option, I thought back to the possibilities surrounding the DNA test- if Elijah was somehow the man I had hooked up with all those years ago, then…
Maybe he wasn’t the worst choice in a one night stand, if this was his mentality surrounding more… intimate matters.
By the time we finally pulled up to the house, however, I was dying to get away. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to him briefly, my face still red from our encounter. “Thank you for
ride.”
“Anytime,” he replied as he cut the engine.
I hurried inside before he could follow me, clutching the book tightly. Once in my room, I slipped it under the mattress, planning to dispose of it discreetly the next time I went out. No matter what Elijah said, this genre wasn’t really my cup of tea.
But that night, sleep evaded me. I tossed and turned, unable to stop thinking about the DNA test. What if the first test had been a mistake? What if Thea really was my missing daughter after all? And what if Elijah was the man I had hooked up with all those years ago?
With a sigh, I sat up and rubbed my temples. My mind was running in useless circles. Maybe a distraction would help. My gaze drifted to the edge of the mattress where the book was hidden. Biting my lip, I reached down and pulled it out.
“Just a few pages,” I murmured to myself.
Settling back against the pillows, I flipped open the book and began to read. The story was surprisingly engaging–a story about forbidden love between a guy from the streets and a rich girl.
Before I knew it, hours had passed, and I had devoured more than half the book. The detailed scenes sent a flush to my cheeks, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop.
Eventually, my eyelids grew heavy, and the words on the page began to blur. Clutching the book to my chest, I drifted into a deep. sleep.
Warm hands traced along my spine, pulling me closer. I looked up to see Elijah gazing down at me, his eyes filled with an intensity that made my heart race. His arms enveloped me, tugging me close, as his lips nibbled at my earlobe.
“Agnes,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
I felt a shiver run through me as our lips met, the kiss deep and heady. He moved on top of me like he’d done it a thousand times before, reaching all of my most sensitive spots. Every touch sent sparks coursing through my veins, igniting a fire I hadn’t known
existed.
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