Page 174 of This Bitter Sweet Temptation
Barely a few weeks and I’m a fucking addict, suffering withdrawals. But I deserve this.
I’m thereasonwe’re in two separate rooms.
What woman would’ve reacted differently after the guy she’s fucking called her a complication and tried to let her down easy?
Fool.My body doesn’t care, though. It just despises what my traitor conscience took away.
The cold spot on her side of the bed.
The void where her breath should be on my face.
No hair getting in my mouth.
No lithe little body pressed against mine.
No sleepy kisses.
No divinely sculpted hips sliding into my hands, begging to be claimed with a hungry grip.
Worse, before I crashed, I did a background check on the museum and its curator and turned up nothing questionable.
No shady connections. No past arrests, no encounters with law enforcement, no corruption.
They’re a smaller operation, yeah, but clean and secure.
If we can deliver the Hera Egg quickly, it won’t be our problem anymore.
That should be a relief.
A chance for life to revert back to what it used to be.
Instead, it pisses me off.
Kit’s going to miss having Cleo around—and so will I.
Because there’s no way she’ll go anything but no-contact once she walks out. After she gets her first payment and the freedom to fly back to Boston and leave behind bad memories here that should’ve ended the day Leonidas died.
Especially after she begged me to say it.
Stay.
And I didn’t.
Icouldn’t.
No one’s going to target her when she doesn’t have the egg anymore. That’s not how this works and I can wash my hands of this mess.
No more danger, and nothing holding back my severance pay.
No more excuses for keeping her around, screwing her up.
Fuck, man, I hate it.
It’s coming too fast. There won’t even be time to figure out how I’m supposed to split on better terms, how to swallow my pride and apologize.
I roll over, kicking at the sheets that twist around my leg.
I’m too old for this shit.
