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CHAPTER ONE
Amara
Carter Steele’s pierced cock and charming smirk won’t work on me. Not tonight.
Nor will his sweet words. Or how he’ll sit and force me to tell him about my day. His attentiveness won’t save him this time.
Biting and cuddling me or telling me I’m his precious woman will do nothing to weaken my resolve.
He’s staying late at work. Again. Has a last-minute meeting at Voltage, the hotel he and his stepdad own together.
Meaning he’s late to see me.
He should’ve been here by now. It’s late and traffic is light.
I sigh, pacing back and forth on the floor of my apartment.
I’m not being fair. I know.
Carter is perfect. Other than being late, he’s a dream come to life.
The man fucks me like he’s on a mission to break my bed. His dirty talk is a love language. His hugs and the way he’d never cheat on me.
He’s the fucking best.
It’s just that I miss him. Here in my apartment, alone, I miss my man so damn much.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My chocolate brown eyes stare back at me. Taunting me. Telling me I was full of shit just a second ago.
Ugh. They’re right, the fuckers. I’m not fooling anyone, least of all myself. I’ll let him in. I’ve been waiting for his hugs ever since I woke up alone this morning.
A sudden smirk tugs at my lips. The smirk doesn’t belong to me. It’s my reflection’s. Little annoying brat.
You’re letting him in. You’ll forgive this tiny flaw in his character. Otherwise, why did you leave the door open for him?
I tug on my long blonde locks, reveling in how my face twists in pain.
You’re not smiling anymore, are you?
When I pull harder, I see the pain in her eyes. Better.
And worse. Now I think of Carter pulling on my hair, and I love it when he does that.
Oh, what the hell. Yes, I’ll let him in. I’ll forgive him.
After that, the rest of the night will probably be pure bliss.
It always is.
He’ll throw a wicked smirk my way. Slam the door to the apartment behind him. Shoot a short apology before pouncing on me.
I’ll have no choice but to walk backward.
His predatorial prowl and gray eyes will make me soak through my thong. His broad, six-three frame will cast a scary shadow over me until I’m pinned to the wall.
The bulge in his black, tailor-made suit pants that match his thick black hair will rip my resolve into shreds.
He’ll open his sexy, annoying mouth again, and that’ll be the end of me.
