Page 210 of Pregnant By A Rich Demon 2

And if he’d had two weeks alone with her?

Two weeks to work his particular brand of manipulation?

I might have already lost.

I stopped pacing and pressed my palms against the cool glass of the window. My reflection stared back at me—dark circles under my eyes, jaw tight with tension, a man who looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

Because I hadn’t.

Not really.

Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that hole. Back in the darkness. Back in the suffocating terror of not knowing if I’d ever get out.

And mixed in with that terror was Amai’s voice. His taunts. His cruelty.

“I made love to her last night, Kaisen. Right there in front of the fireplace. She said my name over and over while I was inside her.”

The memory made rage flood through me, hot and vicious.

He’d touched her.

He’d claimed her.

He’d done exactly what I’d been too careful, too respectful, tooafraidto do.

And now she was his.

Or was she?

Because the Truth I knew—the woman I’d spent time with, the woman who’d opened up to me about her divorce and her pain and her dreams—she wasn’t the type to just fall into someone’s arms because they were persistent.

She was stronger than that.

Smarter than that.

She had to be.

I turned away from the window and grabbed my phone off the couch. My hands were shaking slightly as I unlocked the screen and pulled up her contact.

Truth Renois.

Just seeing her name made something in my chest loosen and tighten at the same time.

I could do this.

Ihadto do this.

Because the alternative—spending another day, another hour, another minute not knowing if she was okay—was unbearable.

I pressed the call button before I could talk myself out of it.

The phone rang once.

Twice.

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.

Please answer. Please?—