“I have to go,” I said, my voice laden with disappointment.
“You probably have to put on some clothes first.” Kara sounded disappointed, too.
“I guess I have to.” I grinned at her.
Freshly shaved, tuxedo on, hair combed, I was ready in ten minutes. Kara still sat on the bed where she’d lazily watched me get ready. I gave her one more kiss on her forehead.
“Join me soon?”
“Yes.” She nodded, smiling. “In about an hour.”
“I can’t wait.”
I really couldn’t. I wanted to show her everything, the glamour and festivity of the gala, and then anything and everything else she might enjoy for the rest of our lives. We had so much to do together, so much ahead of us. Because this time, I wasn’t letting go. I finally had her, the one I’d always wanted. The only woman I’d ever loved.
I loved her. I knew that now. And tonight I’d tell her.
CHAPTER 9
Kara
I watched Declan leave the hotel room in a daze. What had he done to me? Had anyone ever lost their mind, cause of insanity multiple intense orgasms? What a way to go! You’d lose your grip on reality with such a huge smile on your face.
I didn’t think I’d ever recover. Good thing I’d never have to try. This was real, what we had. I loved him and he loved me. I knew he did, in every fiber of my being. It was in the way he touched me, held me, kissed me, made love to me. We belonged together. And now nothing stood in our way.
I walked over to the opulent bathroom and sat down on a satin pedestal at a three-way mirror. It was set up for some serious work to take place, the lighting, the space, you could really lay out all of your artist’s tools and devote time to perfecting your image. In a soft, fluffy robe, I applied lotions and powders and grinned at my reflection from ear to ear. Glowing like I was, I felt like I didn’t need any make-up at all. Typically critical of myself, tonight I could tell I looked radiant. Especially wearing his necklace.
I’d never seen anything so stunning. I had no idea what it cost. I didn’t want to know, I’d be too scared to wear it and I never wanted to take it off. The diamonds caught the light and sparkled like sunshine around my neck. The rubies would accent the deep red of my dress perfectly. And Declan had claimed I looked like the finest gem of all.
All those worries about not fitting into his world—they were gone. First of all, I didn’t care anymore. All that mattered was Declan and he loved me so why did the opinions of other snobby people affect me in the least? Second of all, on Declan’s arm, the world was my oyster. He was a VIP host tonight, the founder of one of the charities being celebrated at the gala, and I was his guest.
This man took me places I’d never dreamed I’d go, and I didn’t just mean fancy parties. Today we’d never even left the hotel room but I’d been transported, experiencing emotions and intense pleasure I’d never imagined. The things he’d done to me, that I’d let him do to me and loved over the past week? I was over feeling sheepish, shy, shocked about it all. When you loved each other, everything felt intense. No wonder I responded to him like butter in a heat wave, he was my soul mate. This was how it was supposed to be.
I blow-dried and styled my hair, smiling the whole time. You’d think my cheeks would start to hurt after a while, but maybe all those years with too few smiles were balancing things out now. I felt absolutely fine, no end in sight. I brushed my hair out straight and left it down, simple. It looked sleek and full, the highlights I’d gotten last week adding depth and shine and movement.
It took a while to work myself into the dress. The corset presented a challenge. I had no maid or stepsister to pull me into it tight. Instead, I wiggled and twisted and managed as best I could. But once I finally got myself all hooked up, maneuvered the dress over my head, zipped up the side, slipped on my heels, that smile broke out over my face all over again.
Holy shit, I looked like a bombshell. From every angle in the mirror I shone radiant and divine. With high, high heels and the drape and cut of the dress my legs looked a mile long. I swept my hair off my shoulder and watched the diamond necklace shimmer and sparkle.
At that moment, I believed in fairy tales. Hope bloomed full in my heart. This might have started as a bargain, an agreement based on an exchange of sex and money. But now it was much more than that. Dreams did come true. We understood each other in a way no one else ever could. Everything was going to work out and I was the luckiest girl on earth.
Searching for my purse, I found my cell phone and realized I hadn’t checked it in over a day. I’d been too busy enjoying myself with Declan. I had a voicemail from yesterday. It was our ranch foreman, Bill. His voice sounded tired. He apologized for bothering me. He said he’d hoped he wouldn’t have to talk to me until I got back from my trip. But then a couple of guys from the bank had come out to the ranch. We had until five p.m. Monday to come up with the money or they were foreclosing. The time had come.
Panic set in quick, a tight grip on my throat. I took a deep breath and told myself to calm down. That wasn’t my reality anymore. Declan was real and he cared about me, deeply. He was going to help me out and this would simply be a nightmare I’d wake up from, clean and simple in the morning sunshine. I couldn’t wait.
Then I saw a text message from a couple of hours ago. Lymon, the toad man:
You have 24 hours.
What did he think he was, a terrorist? Was he issuing a bomb threat? I tried to calm myself down by rolling my eyes, telling myself this guy was over-the-top crazy. He was such a goon, harassing me for my answer. I’d have him out of my hair soon enough, too. But his text message sent a cold chill down my gorgeously-dressed spine.
I put the phone down quick. He didn’t get to ruin my night on the town with my man. And I didn’t need him anyway. He didn’t even deserve a response.
But as Vladimir drove me over to the Met, I felt unsettled and nervous. My joie de vivre of moments ago had fled and now I was just a plain rancher’s daughter heading out to an overwhelmingly fancy party. I had no idea what to expect. Would there be paparazzi there with cameras? Celebrities? People with microphones trying to talk to me?
Suddenly, my stomach balled in a knot and I wished I were headed anywhere else. I couldn’t catch a deep enough breath in the stupid corset and I felt light-headed. What I wouldn’t give to be at home sitting out on my porch swing looking at the stars and humming to myself. Or settling into my old, worn, soft couch with a comfy blanket, hot cocoa and a delicious romance novel.
“I could bring you around the side entrance,” Vladimir offered.
“Oh, yes, thank you,” I exhaled with relief. He must have seen the panic in my eyes. As we drove slowly past, the front entrance looked much worse than I’d imagined, with a literal red carpet up miles of stairs thronged with photographers. I’d never have made it up past the first step.
The side door was much quieter, just a few uniformed men and a bitchy-looking woman all in black with her hair swept up and an earpiece like the secret service.
“Name, please?” She eyed me disdainfully, holding a slim, silver iPad with what I figured was the guest list. No clipboard for this lady, only the latest issue Apple gadget would do.
“Kara Brooks.” It came out in a whisper and I had to repeat myself over the emerging din of the party. Voices, glasses clinking, laughter, a string quartet. I wanted to vomit.
“You may proceed.” She checked me off or whatever and stepped up to the next guests. She sure seemed to give them a warmer welcome.
The minute I walked in I knew my hair was all wrong. Every woman I saw had their hair swept up in some kind of a glamorous twist. One woman had sticks poking out of her bun like skewers. I’d been a fool to leave mine down like I was headed to a parking lot kegger. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
Also, I didn’t see a single other woman in red. Silver, gold and lots and lots of black. I remembered a novel we’d read back in high school English class about an adulterous woman wh
o’d had to wear the scarlet letter A on all her clothing. I felt about that scandalous and ostracized, standing there head-to-toe in scarlet.
For a moment, I considered turning and running. I probably wouldn’t get very far though, not with the heels I was wearing plus the corset restricting my breath. What I wouldn’t have given for a pair of old cowboy boots, jeans and a t-shirt. Then I could have gotten the hell out of there.
I needed to find Declan and I needed to find him fast. I should have texted him before I left the hotel room. After seeing toad man’s message though, I’d practically thrown the phone out the window. I had nothing with me but my hotel room key card and a $20 bill. Tucked into my corset, because I was that classy.
But a text would have let Declan know I was on my way and he could have been looking for me. Under these high, ornate ceilings, staircases leading up and down and around, corridors and masterpieces hung everywhere I turned. I felt dizzy, like I was in Halloween fun house of mirrors. Everyone looked a little like Declan in impeccable black tuxedos, but no one actually was Declan.
I accepted a slender flute of champagne from a waiter and faded back into a corner. I’d have less chance of finding Declan there, but at least I’d be less visible, too. I felt like the country peasant who’d snuck her way into Versailles. Stick figure models strut past, a couple of them casting cold glances in my direction. I probably ate more in a day than they did in a week.
Where was Declan? Maybe I could head to the bathroom, that would give me something to do. And maybe I’d find him on the way. Laughing throngs and men with their hair slicked back and waiters with silver trays bearing unrecognizable tidbits surrounded me at every angle. I needed air.
Around a corner, I finally broke free of it all. A bit secluded, away from the rest, I leaned against a wall, put my hands on my thighs and breathed. Slowly, carefully, just breathed. No sense in having a panic attack at the type of event people longed to attend. I had to get a grip.
Once I stood up, things got much worse. I wasn’t alone in the corridor. Now I saw a couple much further down. At first I hadn’t noticed, I’d been too dizzy. But now I could make them out.
The woman was Courtney, that much I could tell instantly. Her raven black hair matched her blacker-than-black gown, a diamond choker necklace unfortunately not quite tight enough as she still seemed fully alive and kicking. I didn’t know if I was making things up or if it really was the case, but I swore I could see her fingernails blood red as they made their way along a man’s back. A wide, broad back in a black tuxedo.
The pit in my stomach formed fast and furious. I told myself to look away, but like a big rig wreck on a highway you didn’t want to look at it, but you almost always did. It probably wasn’t Declan. From this far away, I couldn’t tell. They weren’t in the brightest spot, tucked away in a dim corridor, a quiet corner. The kind of place you’d go for a romantic moment.
Courtney saw me then, her eyes alighting on mine like a hawk’s. She splayed her fingers along his back and she lit up with a wicked, triumphant smile. It was then that I knew, without a doubt, the man was Declan.
He turned slightly and I could make out his profile, the strong jaw, the stubble all gone from his recent shave back when he was in the hotel room with me. But now he wasn’t with me, he was with Courtney in a dark hallway far away from the throng, intimate and close.
She fixed me with her stare as she twined her fingers in Declan’s thick, black hair. Then she looked up at him and leaned in for a kiss. He didn’t move, didn’t back away, didn’t shove her off of him like a disgusting maggot. No, he kissed her back.
Then I looked away. There was only so much you could take. Reeling, feeling like I’d been punched in the stomach, I somehow stumbled back into the party and toward the front entrance. Air, I needed air. I must have looked bad. A waiter asked me if I needed some help.
“Out,” I managed looking toward the door. He took my arm and guided me to the doors. Once I got out into the warm night air, I didn’t stop. I ran down the steps and down the steps and down more steps. How many freaking steps were there outside the Met? Down at the street, I dove into a taxi cab. The driver didn’t seem phased. I guessed that was the up-side of New York: it took a lot more than a speeding bullet of a girl in a red ball gown to cause a scene.
“Where to?” he barked in that New Yorker accent I’d found so entertaining and now wished I’d never, ever hear again. I gave him the name of the hotel and managed not to throw up until I got up into the room. I even made it to the bathroom. I was very proud of myself.
Ripping off the dress and corset, I left them there on the bathroom floor. I wanted nothing to do with Declan Hunt, not the man, not the gown he’d bought me. I’d fallen in love, completely and utterly in love. I’d given myself to him in every way. And he was with another woman. I’d even told him I loved him, yelled it out merely hours ago. It hadn’t occurred to me until now that he hadn’t said it back. I’d told him I loved him and he’d said nothing in return. Stupid me, I’d taken his groan and thrust as a response in kind. To call me a moron didn’t begin to describe my idiocy. My glasses were so rose-colored they made me totally blind.
I flung the glittering diamond and ruby necklace onto the vanity. Fuck him and his fucking jewels, flattering me and making me think I was hot shit. And I’d fallen for it all.
Hot tears stained my cheeks but I splashed them away with cold, clear water. I didn’t have time for wallowing in self-pity. There’d be plenty of time for that in the future. But not now. I needed to get out of there, fast.
This time around, I found my boots, jeans and t-shirt, too. Powered by humiliation and fury, I had everything on and stood ready to go in seconds flat.
I paused at the door. Everything in me just wanted to dash, take off in the night and begin the complicated nightmare of forgetting any of this had happened. But I knew Declan wouldn’t let me go that easily. He’d proven he liked toying with me. He’d also shown he had no heart. I needed to end things and end them good to have any chance of really getting away.
I decided to write a note. In a drawer, I found a pen and some hotel stationary. This had to be good. If I left any window open at all, he’d come after me and I knew myself all too well. He’d start talking and touching and before I knew it I’d be in it all over again, a sucker willingly placing my neck on the chopping block. No, this had to be convincing.
It came to me quickly, and I wrote:
Declan,
Someone else has come through for me to help with the ranch. I don’t need you anymore. I’m terminating our contract a day early, so I do not hold you to your end of the bargain. You don’t owe me anything.
Kara
I left the note on a table with a shaking hand. Terrified he’d return before I left, I closed the door behind me, raced to the elevator and then down to the lobby. Heart racing, yet also strangely numb, I made it outside and a doorman hailed me a taxicab.
In the car, I blew out the breath I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding. No crying, not yet. I had some things to take care of. I needed to buy a plane ticket and fly back to Montana. I had to get in touch with Lymon and sell him my ranch. Then I had to find somewhere else to live and start my life all over again.
There’d be time in the future to feel everything, to hate myself, to dredge up memories of it all. How I’d told Declan I loved him. He’d grunted and come in me and I’d somehow interpreted that as, “I love you too, Kara. Would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?”
Crushed, I shook with unshed tears and fury. I had to keep it together. I had a plane flight and a bunch of business to transact first.
Sitting there in the dark, speeding to the airport, I made myself a promise. No more believing in fairy tales. From now on, I’d keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. I’d become the strong, independent woman I aspired to be, the kind who’d never have gone running to Declan in the first place. I’d look the truth straight in the face, brave and hones
t, no matter how grim my reality. I was done with the old Kara, sweet and dreamy, imagining rainbows and moonbeams where there was actually just plain mud.
I’d embrace the truth, alone and fierce. I could do it. I knew I could. I just had to stay far, far away from Declan Hunt.
UNLEASHED, VOLUME 4
CHAPTER 1
Declan
Had I not been so happy, I wouldn’t have let Courtney kiss me. She got a wet one in before I even registered what was happening.
She’d lured me into a dark, quiet corner in the middle of the gala at the Met. She said she had something important to talk to me about. If I’d thought about it I’d have known what she was up to, but I didn’t. A smile on my face, I was focused on Kara, eager to see her in that gown, searching for her face in the crowd. She hadn’t arrived yet, but she would soon.
Since the one person I wanted to see wasn’t there yet, I decided I could give Courtney two minutes. She was one demanding and relentless woman. The best way to get her off my back would be to give her a bit of my time. Otherwise, she might make a scene. I knew I could handle it, but why go there if you didn’t have to?
Even as she led me back into the hallway, I kept scanning for Kara. I saw no sign. In the last twenty minutes I’d texted and called her but it had gone straight to voicemail. I knew she was fine, just taking her time getting ready, but patience wasn’t my strong suit. I couldn’t wait to see her in that gown with the diamond and ruby necklace I’d given her, and even better, later on stripped down to just the corset underneath.
Courtney dragged me off into a shadowy corner with the subtlety of a tigress. I guess some guys got off on aggressive attack women. I wasn’t one of them. I was all for a woman who knew what she wanted, but this not-reading-my-signals, not-taking-no-for-an-answer bullshit wasn’t going to play. She wanted a piece of me and she wasn’t going to get it. That was final. I belonged to Kara. It was that simple.
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