What.
What? Is he kidding? I feel my blood starting to boil. I’m going to kill him. Is he for real? I start to text all of my thoughts out with a lot of expletives and then realize that would be stupid. I call his number and on the second ring he picks up.
“Hey,” he says shortly.
“Hii…” I say just as short.
“W—where are you? Why haven’t you been answering all day? I was completely freaking out,” I say frantically.
“Penthouse suite A. See you soon,” he says and the call goes dead. I feel my breathing accelerate my heart starting to beat rapidly. All my anger seemingly has melted away, replaced by a sudden chill
I go down to the lobby and see if there’s been a key left for me for the penthouse suite.
There has.
I walk back to the elevator; my thoughts are in a haze. With each floor the elevator climbs my heart drops further into my stomach. When it stops and the elevator door opens I have to will my legs to move.
How the fuck did I end up here? For two years I imagined what this would be like. Now I’m terrified of it. My heart’s beating like a drum. I’m confused, I’m angry and a sense of guilt is creeping over me. I thought I’d grown, that he couldn’t make me feel like this anymore. Now I feel like I’ve been transported back through time, and it’s all a game again. I’m at the beginning of a match that I haven’t trained for or expected. “I can do this,” I mutter to myself. Now, if only I believed it.
I take a deep breath before I open the door. I’m just waiting for my brain to confirm what my senses, my intuition, whatever you want to call it already knows. My eyes stay on the floor a few seconds.
“Don’t tell me you’re scared. That won’t make this much fun.” His words vibrate through me. I can’t ignore the goose bumps popping up on my skin. I look up and see him dressed in a black fitted t-shirt, dark wash jeans, a gleaming Rolex on his wrist and his arms folded across his chest. The only thing missing is that cocky-ass grin on his face. Instead, there’s an angry scowl.
“Hey gorgeous. You happy to see me?”
Authors Note
I’d like to thank each and every reader who picked up If I Break and gave it a chance. There are so many other books out there you could have chosen, and you chose mine. To every blogger and every reader who has taken time to write a review or recommend the book to someone else, thank you. I am so appreciative of the emails and Facebook postings I get. It’s still surreal that so many of you love these characters as much as I do. Thanks to every beta who’s read for me.
A special thanks to two people specifically. Lashawnda G. You were with me from the very beginning and went from being a super good beta to someone I consider a very close friend. Without that woman, I never would have gotten the courage to share this with the world in the best way possible. I’d also like to thank Brittany H. You have no idea how appreciative I am of what you’ve done for this story and Before I Break. You are sweetheart and a great writer!
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