Wicked Liar (Dark Syndicate 3)

Chapter Nineteen

Candace

I roll onto my side and slide my hand over the silk sheet, reaching for him.

Dominic was there earlier. He took my hand and one kiss to my lips had me back in his arms with him buried deep inside me.

I want that again.

I want him again, but... my hand comes away with nothing.

Opening my eyes to the bright morning sun heralds reality.It's a new day. We had last night, and I already know from the emptiness and hollow feeling surrounding the air in my room that he's gone.

That feeling is familiar to me.It was how I felt after he left years ago and I realized he wasn't coming back.At least not when I wanted him to.

Now he's back, and he wants me back.

I sit up, pull the sheet closer to cover my breasts then look around the room.That's when I see the little pink origami angel sitting at the edge of the bed, resting by my feet.

He made me another one.

I crawl over to it and pick it up.There's a note on the back. It says:

Angel, I want you back. Give me your answer by sundown.I'll be waiting.

A strangled breath exhales from my lips and my fingers fold in, tightening on the edge of the angel.

I'm to give him my answer by sundown.

What is my answer?

I... don't know.

I honestly don't know.

When I think of last night, I know what my body wants.I know what my heart wants. When I think of everything in its entirety, though, I don't know the answer that would be right for me.

Until last night, I just had the night we had in the Bahamas to hold on to.Last night was different, the soreness between my legs is a testament of all we did, and how we did it.After a two-year hiatus from not just him but men in general, that part of me was excited to be with the one guy I’ve always wanted to be with.

Last night he took me in a way I'll never forget.We had sex all night.

I don't really remember falling asleep, but I must have at some point in the early hours of the morning.Now I'm left with the question and the battle of giving an answer.

Last night told me I still love him, and I think I always will.But I don't think the answer can be as simple as that.

Dominic couldn’t have picked a worst time to drop this bomb on me.

How am I supposed to be with him when I have this plan I’m concocting for Jacques?

No, wait... this isn't about Jacques.It's not.

I shake my head and bring my hand to my heart.That question has nothing to do with Jacques, or the plan to find justice for my parents.

This is about me.

So I can't think about Jacques, although with the auction being tomorrow I'd have to factor him in.

To really give an answer, I have to push everything out of my mind and think of myself.