Chapter Twenty Three: Cam

It’s been nearly a month, and I’ve stopped myself from crossing the line every single day. The urge to rush to her, to keep her by my side all twenty-seven hours of the day—it’s relentless. I can’t stop thinking about the danger she faced—the kidnapping, the auction, the stabbing. I killed the guys responsible, including the bastard who harassed her in the club. It was so damn satisfying to chop off his fingers one by one and listen to his screams.

But even after all that, I couldn’t make her stay with me. She left. Just like the contract allowed her to.

One part of me is relieved she followed it. The other part wants to go back in time and kick my own ass for adding that last term to the contract.

“Sir, we’ve landed,” Mathew said, snapping me back to reality.

I had to fly to D.C. for business, and it wasn’t a trip I enjoyed. In the middle of the meeting, as the manager droned on about projections and profits, my phone buzzed.