Chapter 92: Torn Apart

Megan paced in her apartment, tossing trash away and adding to the growing pile of laundry in the middle of her living room. Why had Levx left like that? Just tore out like she had grown horns or something.

Had she done something wrong? Come on too strong? Maybe he was one of those guys that had to be in charge. He was successful and rich and handsome. Crap. She'd been too forceful. But he'd liked it at first, hadn't he? He was the one who grabbed her ass and ruined her jeans. Or more likely he didn't want to have sex with her because she was supposed to be considering carrying his and his dead wife's child.

With a groan, she hauled up her laundry and stuffed it into the washer. One good thing about being upset was it helped her clean. She grabbed the broom and started sweeping the floors. It was too late to go visit her father.

Thunder boomed nearby, and she jumped.