by Celia Kyle
“Charlene?” She didn’t respond. “Charlene?”
She licked her lips and dashed the tears from her face with her fingertips before facing him, and his heart ached for the pain that’d been caused by the letter. Damn Janet to hell and back twice over. She turned toward him slowly, and he counted the seconds, needing to see her shining eyes and bright smile if it killed him.
“Linc.” Her voice was cold, not the sex-filled timbre of the night before, and hope died a small death in his chest.
“I… Fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair, his attention focused on the far wall. “I came here… I was hoping… The thing is…”
He took two steps toward her and she took two steps back. “Please, Linc, say what you’ve got to say.”
“It was a mistake.” His shoulders slumped.
“A mistake. What? Us? You? Me? All of it? What?”
Too many questions and none of them the right one. “The letter. It was—”
“Not meant to arrive so quickly after you’d departed? Or did you just slap it up as you walked out the door? Thanks for the fuck, now get the fuck out, is that it? Fuck you,” she spat at him and he held his ground, not willing to let what they’d shared, what could be, go.
“No, the fact that they went out at all.” She turned away from him and he forcibly whirled her around so they were eye to eye. “It. Was. A. Mistake. My damned secretary sent out the letters to cause trouble—”
“A mistake?” She sounded so small and defeated, tears brimming in her eyes.
“Yes.” He sighed. “A mistake. I’m not going to let anyone force you out, Charlene. I’m so sorry for causing your pain…”
She launched herself into his arms and he automatically caught her, holding her lush form close. Her words were muffled as she babbled on, and he just petted her hair, savoring her touch and thankful that she’d seemed to have forgiven him.
She whacked him in the chin.
So, maybe not.
Charlene pushed away from him and hit his chest. “I ate ice cream over you!”
“No, baby, that was chocolate…”
“No, you made me hate you and…and then…and with the…ice cream! Calories! Fat!” She hit him again. “Argh. It’s all your fault anyway for making me like you so much.” She harrumphed.
He pulled her close, rubbing his nose against hers in an Eskimo’s kiss. “I like you too if that helps.”
She growled and narrowed her eyes.
“Do you want me to beg? I’ll beg. I’ll get on my knees.” He dropped to his knees, hands out in supplication. “I’ll worship the ground you walk on. I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted, just…just give me another chance.”
“And what if I do? What if I open my heart to you?”
“I’ll cherish it and nurture your growing feelings for me. I’ll protect you and care for you and love you…eventually. Once I get over my tiny fears about commitment.”
“I’ll give you a fear of commitment…”
The End
About Celia Kyle
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and ahem other places.
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About Lizzie Lynn Lee
Hello, my name is Lizzie. I’m a simple gal, love watching TV, playing guitar, and enjoying chocolate and spicy food. I have been writing as long as I can remember. Originally I wanted to be a horror writer, like my hero Stephen King. But I find writing smut is more fun than writing dismembered body parts. I also want to be a ninja but I heard the pay is peanuts. Plus my HMO does not cover throwing star accidents.
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
About Celia Kyle
About Lizzie Lynn Lee
