I looked about the unfamiliar room and all at once the memories of last night came rushing into my head.
Denying what my memories screamed to me, I reached over and grabbed my blue dress, hugging it tightly.
Shit, Sidney. You’ve really made a mess of things now.
I cursed inwardly to myself as I quietly collected my belongings from all over Adrian’s bedroom. How could I have let this happen? Why couldn’t this have happened yesterday before I had received Ray’s package? So much could have changed in that short span of time. Now it was too late.
I had wanted Adrian for months, so much so I finally found the courage to call him out on it and what had he done? He had shut me down. Then, the instant Ray came back into my life he finally unloaded his feelings and made me his lover.
I glanced angrily at Adrian, who was still sleeping soundly in the bed. But once I saw his peaceful face, I could no longer pass the blame on to him. This was my mess. He was just a casualty of Ray’s and my war. Images of last night kept playing in my mind. Our kisses, caresses, and the words we said reverberated in my mind.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I closed my eyes and willed the memories away. Last night, in the heat of the moment, Adrian said he loved me. And like a big idiot I told him I loved him too. This was not a total lie, but a lie just the same. Yes, I did love Adrian, but I loved Ray too. Ray asked me to marry him last night.
What was I going to do today ?
Not wanting to answer that question, I continued searching the room, reassembling my wardrobe by picking up my scattered articles of clothing. This was not helping erase the memories of our erotic night together. I dressed as quickly and silently as I could. Then, I began the hunt for my shoes. I think they fell off somewhere mid-stairs while Adrian was carrying me up to his bedroom…
Shaking my head, I grabbed my purse and exited the room.
One heel lay just where I suspected, but the other was still a mystery. Tip-toeing down the wooden stairs, I felt like Cinderella searching for the missing slipper.
But if I was Cinderella, who was my Prince?
I saw it lying in front of the double doors to the library. I scooped up the shoe and in a flash; I was at the big red door and ready to fly away.
But something stopped me from taking another step. I turned back around and headed deeper into the McAllister mansion.
Chapter 4
Tightrope
I found myself standing in front of the doors to the enormous study.
The library was, far and away, my favorite room in the McAllister house. This was not surprising since the room was so fascinating. It was the centerpiece for the tours that used to take place years ago.
Putting my heel back on my foot, I debated abruptly leaving before Adrian woke up to avoid that awkward morning after a night of sex talk. The one where we both would futilely try to read each other’s body language in the hopes of finding out if last night’s escapade meant as much as it did to the other person.
I’d just as soon leave and let Adrian conclude it didn’t mean a thing to either of us. It was simply a mistake. I was sure he knew it too. But just as I turned to exit the house, a sense of déjà vu enveloped me as I remembered the odd dream I had just experienced. It was a phrase that rendered me frozen in my tracks.
Why is your dream written in Adrian’s book?
That’s what Samael’s Father had asked me. I racked my brain for the meaning behind his words. Then I remembered the night of Ray’s arrest. After our fight, I had run back to Adrian’s house. He was in the library arguing with a client on the phone while searching for something. I opened the doors to the library and quietly crept forward as I recalled that night.
There had been a safe hidden behind one of the bookcases. I’d watched as Adrian slid the bookcase away from the wall and revealed it.
But what had been in that safe?
I closed
Denying what my memories screamed to me, I reached over and grabbed my blue dress, hugging it tightly.
Shit, Sidney. You’ve really made a mess of things now.
I cursed inwardly to myself as I quietly collected my belongings from all over Adrian’s bedroom. How could I have let this happen? Why couldn’t this have happened yesterday before I had received Ray’s package? So much could have changed in that short span of time. Now it was too late.
I had wanted Adrian for months, so much so I finally found the courage to call him out on it and what had he done? He had shut me down. Then, the instant Ray came back into my life he finally unloaded his feelings and made me his lover.
I glanced angrily at Adrian, who was still sleeping soundly in the bed. But once I saw his peaceful face, I could no longer pass the blame on to him. This was my mess. He was just a casualty of Ray’s and my war. Images of last night kept playing in my mind. Our kisses, caresses, and the words we said reverberated in my mind.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
I closed my eyes and willed the memories away. Last night, in the heat of the moment, Adrian said he loved me. And like a big idiot I told him I loved him too. This was not a total lie, but a lie just the same. Yes, I did love Adrian, but I loved Ray too. Ray asked me to marry him last night.
What was I going to do today ?
Not wanting to answer that question, I continued searching the room, reassembling my wardrobe by picking up my scattered articles of clothing. This was not helping erase the memories of our erotic night together. I dressed as quickly and silently as I could. Then, I began the hunt for my shoes. I think they fell off somewhere mid-stairs while Adrian was carrying me up to his bedroom…
Shaking my head, I grabbed my purse and exited the room.
One heel lay just where I suspected, but the other was still a mystery. Tip-toeing down the wooden stairs, I felt like Cinderella searching for the missing slipper.
But if I was Cinderella, who was my Prince?
I saw it lying in front of the double doors to the library. I scooped up the shoe and in a flash; I was at the big red door and ready to fly away.
But something stopped me from taking another step. I turned back around and headed deeper into the McAllister mansion.
Chapter 4
Tightrope
I found myself standing in front of the doors to the enormous study.
The library was, far and away, my favorite room in the McAllister house. This was not surprising since the room was so fascinating. It was the centerpiece for the tours that used to take place years ago.
Putting my heel back on my foot, I debated abruptly leaving before Adrian woke up to avoid that awkward morning after a night of sex talk. The one where we both would futilely try to read each other’s body language in the hopes of finding out if last night’s escapade meant as much as it did to the other person.
I’d just as soon leave and let Adrian conclude it didn’t mean a thing to either of us. It was simply a mistake. I was sure he knew it too. But just as I turned to exit the house, a sense of déjà vu enveloped me as I remembered the odd dream I had just experienced. It was a phrase that rendered me frozen in my tracks.
Why is your dream written in Adrian’s book?
That’s what Samael’s Father had asked me. I racked my brain for the meaning behind his words. Then I remembered the night of Ray’s arrest. After our fight, I had run back to Adrian’s house. He was in the library arguing with a client on the phone while searching for something. I opened the doors to the library and quietly crept forward as I recalled that night.
There had been a safe hidden behind one of the bookcases. I’d watched as Adrian slid the bookcase away from the wall and revealed it.
But what had been in that safe?
I closed
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