by Pamela Ann
Damn him for being such a relentless lunatic.
“You don’t have to marry me. We’re fine. I forgive you as long as you promise never to hide anything from me again. No more secrets, or I won’t be able to trust you.”
Drew then got to his feet and began to plant kisses all over my face.
“No more secrets, I promise,” he grunted out. “God, I love you. Are you sure I can’t change your mind about marrying me tomorrow? Because I just didn’t say that out of the blue. I’ve wanted to make you my wife for weeks now, but I never said a thing in fear that I might scare you away.”
“Learn when to shut up and make love to me, Drew Cavendish.” Clinging to him, I melted against him as he kissed my tears away.
He was trying his best, and he didn’t need to marry me to prove that he meant everything he had said. I believed him. I could taste it, feel it, and lastly, I could see it. His eyes told me so.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
School was ending in a few days, and with Jackson planning to stay put in OC for the coming semester, Spencer and company decided to host a going away party at some new, trendy club and somehow managed to drag me with them.
It happened just after I arrived from class, and they were all there in the living room, enjoying a glass of alcohol. Since Drew was with Conrad at a business dinner, I decided to go along. But before I went to change, I texted Drew to tell him that I would be with Jackson and Spencer, explaining what was going on.
Drew immediately replied.
Be safe, please. Don’t trust Spencer or any guy except your brother. I’m heading home after this. Wake me up when you get back. Love you.
Gah, he was so cute.
After typing back my response, I went into my bedroom to change.
I’ll see you in a few. Miss you.
Half an hour later, I was ready to go and party. Half of my enthusiasm was from the fact that Drew trusted me enough to let me go party with Spencer, though he hated the guy. Spencer was harmless … to me, anyway. Apart from his cocky arrogance sometimes, he was bearable.
When we arrived at the club, it was packed for a Wednesday night, and it took quite some time before we reached our reserved tables with the pre-ordered drinks readily displayed. None of them were to my fancy, so I excused myself to get my own drink of Jack and Coke at the bar and also a short reprieve from Spencer eyeballing my breasts whenever Jackson wasn’t around to see him. Not only that, but despite my brother announcing to everyone that I was now dating Drew, Spencer still attempted to tease me into kissing him to make Drew jealous. There was some odd rivalry between them.
The bar was difficult to get through, and when I did, it was chaos. After ordering my drink, a group of six men enveloped me as they yelled their orders, hoping the bartender would cater to them first.
Reverting my eyes back to where the table was located, I let out a sigh when I saw Spencer flirting with someone else. True, he was harmless, but he could also draining to deal with. I was just rolling my eyes as I cocked my head back toward the bar when I saw my drink siting right before me.
Grabbing it, I took a refreshing sip and tried to catch one of the bartenders’ attention so I could pay for it. Then someone called out that they would pay for it if as long as I just left so they could get their order in. The rude man, whom I couldn’t see because of the dim lighting and the traffic around the bar, thought it was my fault that it was crazy busy.
Muttering something colorful, I left without a backward glance. Then I was trying to cross the swarm of people to get across the room when, for some odd reason, I started to feel funny.
I stopped, pausing to refocus, but the more I tried, the worse the dizziness became. Then, all of a sudden, my heart began to pound. Not the normal, exhilarated kind of pounding, but the kind where you thought you were having a heart attack. And when I began getting double vision, I knew I had been drugged.
I tried to focus on how far away my brother was, but with all the people, I couldn’t tell. I ended up in the bathroom, immediately confining myself inside one of the newly vacated stalls where I pulled out my phone and dialed Drew.
“Baby, I’m still at dinner—”
“I can’t breathe. I feel like my heart is about to explode.” Huffing air into my lungs felt like it took all the effort out of me.
“Chloe, stay put. I’m coming to you, okay?” The alarm in his voice couldn’t be mistaken. “I’m running out of here with Everson. We’ll come get you.”
“Hurry,” I whispered, feeling the muscles around my mouth begin to feel numb.
“Listen to me; don’t hang up. Baby, are you there?” In the background, I could tell Drew had just gotten into the car as he spoke to Everson. It seemed, too, that he was locating me through that app he had insisted that I download so he knew exactly where I was.
“Chloe!” he yelled into the phone.
I heard him—of course I did—but I couldn’t speak. Instead, I grumbled a sound before I felt the device slip from my fingers and crash onto the floor. Before everything turned black, I remembered thinking that the app, which I had cursed to no end, could just be my lifeline.
Feeling like I had a boulder sitting on my body, my ears perked up from the sounds of rushing then his voice, constantly speaking to me, reassuring me that we were on our way to the hospital. Then it all went dark again.
I woke up to the sound of Drew yelling at Jackson just as I heard the doctor and nurses trying to calm him down. By the sound of it, Drew was going off without any filter. Then I fell back into the bleak blankness of my mind.
I woke up again in my bedroom with the most excruciating headache I had ever experienced, and my body felt as though it had gone through a wringer and then back again. It took some time for me to focus, and when I did, a sigh of relief came out of my lips as I spotted Jackson sitting on one of the chairs right across me, crestfallen as he looked up when I called out to him.
“Chlo? Oh, God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what was going on until Drew called me from the hospital.”
It wasn’t his fault.
“It’s okay. I should’ve been more careful. It’s not your fault, so don’t blame yourself. It’s the last thing I’d want you to do, Jacks.”
“But it’s my responsibility to watch out for you—”
“I’m a grown woman. I should’ve been wise enough to see where my drink came from.” Looking around the room, I realized Drew wasn’t there. “Where is he?”
“He went into his room so he wouldn’t rip me apart with his bare hands,” Jackson stated.
“Is he okay?”
He shook his head. “I think it triggered his mom’s death. You should’ve seen him, Chlo … He almost brought the hospital down with his anger. They threatened to kick him out if he didn’t contain himself.”
“Jesus.” That didn’t sound good.
“Seeing you might settle him, though,” Jackson suggested as he got up. “Can I get you anything to drink? Eat?”
I just wanted Drew.
Shaking my head, I gave him a wan smile. “I’m okay. You’re free from being my watchdog. Thank you, though.”
He gave me a hug before kissing the side of my head. “I love you, booger face.”
“I love you, too, Jacks.” Hugging him back, I realized my brother was trying to suppress just how terrified he was that I had been harmed.
Before we parted, I told him again not to blame himself. I didn’t think it had any effect on him, though.
Even though I was parched, I knew I had to see Drew before anything else. After softly knocking on his door, I waited a moment before letting myself inside. The only light in the room was coming through the floor-to-ceiling window where the man I loved stood, staring out in deep thought.
“Do you know how it felt to feel your lifeless body?” he broke the silence without glancing backward.
How had he known it was me who had entered his room?
I slowly went over to him then wrapped my arms
around his torso from behind. “I’m sorry.” His body was so tense all I could do was hold him more tightly.
“Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m cursed to always lose the women I love. You almost died, Chloe. You almost fucking died in my arms … had I not gotten you to the hospital.” He was so traumatized I felt his body shake a little.
“I’m here. I’m alive.” Kissing the back of his neck, I rested my nose against his skin, breathing him in. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“You were almost taken away from me. I had to relive that nightmare when I found her dead and lifeless … I thought you were next.” There was a catch to his voice, as if he were back there again.
Releasing my hold on him, I forced him to face me, and when he did, I wasn’t surprised to find him almost in tears.
“Look at me,” I urged, and he gradually did, bearing those haunted eyes from when I had consoled him after his mother’s death. “You haven’t lost me, babe. All I can do is apologize for putting you through hell in the past twenty-four hours. I can only imagine what it’s been like for you, but it’s over now. Everything turned out fine. I’m fine. But it seems that you’re not, and I won’t be able to forgive myself if I brought you back to that dark place again.”
Holding my head with his hands, he brought my forehead to his lips then gazed at me with stormy eyes. “Don’t ever scare me like that ever again. Promise me, Chloe. Promise me that you won’t put yourself in harm’s way.”
God, I would do anything to erase that haunted look on his face. It tore me apart.
“I promise,” I vowed before smiling at him. “Unless, of course, Caroline decides to poison me when we see them next so she can have you all to herself,” I teased, making him laugh.
“It’s crazy that you think she’s after me, because she’s not. And she better not hurt you, or all hell will break loose,” he said with undeniable conviction. “Although, I find it quite amusing that there’s some major jealousy playing there … Maybe it’s not that impossible that you’ll love me someday, too.”
Men could be dense sometimes.
“Loving you is all I know. Why would you believe me when I told you I didn’t? How can it disappear just like that when I’ve loved you forever?”
He seemed perplexed, speechless even. And when he did manage to get the words out, he was still reeling.
“That’s harsh, even for you, baby.”
“I am, but it’s all in the past now.” I grinned up at him. “And I love you, too.”
He should know that women sometimes said things they didn’t mean. We were crazy creatures in love, and we would say the damnedest things.
“Still don’t feel like marrying me tomorrow?” he whispered, nuzzling my neck as he softly nipped my skin.
“You don’t give up, do you?”
He let out a laugh as he pushed me against the bed. “Never,” he stated before making love to my lips.
He held me for as long as possible until he heard my tummy growl in protest. Then he carried me into the kitchen, sat me down, and fed me to my heart’s content.
Jackson came out of his room, too, relieved that things were okay. But before he joined us at the table, he apologized to Drew, and they hugged it out. Just like that, they were fine all over again.
We somehow ended up spending Christmas with my family before flying back east to spend New Year’s with his father. And since Jackson had broken the news about Drew and me finally being a couple, let’s just say that Grandma was so overjoyed she almost choked on her dentures. As for my parents, Dad was pleased, but it was my mother who was in absolute rapture about the future and how I should think about my childbearing years and giving Drew an heir. Talk about delusional.
Even though Drew and I had spoken about marriage since the handsome idiot had proposed, I wanted to take our time. There was no doubt in my mind that there was no other man for me, but the thought of marriage at this age just seemed so reckless to me. Exchanging vows was for forever, and I wanted us to do just that when we were a little more mature.
My opinion, of course, didn’t sit well with Drew. He was ready to fly out to Vegas tomorrow if I wished it. However, I was holding my ground on this, wholeheartedly believing in fate, and that was what I shared with Drew. No matter what happened in the future, he and I belonged together. He made sure I knew that daily. It was that simple.
*** THE END ***
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More books by Pamela Ann:
The Torn Series Order:
Scornfully Yours
Scornfully Hers
Frayed
Blasphemous
Undeniably Yours
Scorned
Fixated On You
Christmas With You
Unveiled
Crushed
Damaged Coming July 2016
The Chasing Series:
Chasing Beautiful
Chasing Imperfection
Chasing Paradise
Chasing Forever
Chasing Mrs. Knightly: Epilogue
Lily’s Mistake
Loving Drake
Loving Lily
British Billionaires Series:
Falling For My Husband (Callum & Stella)
Falling For Ava (Reiss & Ava)
Falling For The Enemy (Sebastian & Allie) TBA
Formula Men Series:
Monza Luca di Medici
Nice Jacques Bertrand TBA
Barcelona Andrès Franco TBA
Pieces: A Duet:
Pieces of You & Me
Pieces Of Us
Havoc
The Encounter Trilogy
Bartered
Unleashed
Vanquished
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