Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 9

“To new beginnings,” I said, holding my fries out to him. He chuckled and toasted me with his,

before we tossed them down the hatch.

“I knew you were a fighter,” he said, grabbing another handful of fries, saluting me with it,

before devouring it. I couldn’t help but smile. His gaze softened.

“I hope your new life brings you more of that,” I nodded, in agreement. My body had been

broken, used, and taken without my permission, but I wouldn’t allow my spirit to fall with it. I

would get some rest and my body would eventually heal…in time. I may have to say goodbye

to my big dreams, but who’s to say closing that door wouldn’t bring about new ones to open

up for me? So we gorged out on loaded fries, and I discovered my savior possessed an

immense sweet tooth, as I watched him inhale two packs of Ho–Hos and half a bag of sour

gummies, while I nibbled on jerky and patted my full stomach. Then he pulled out the tub of

icecream and handed me a spoon as he flipped on the TV to some comedy show.

When we hit the bottom of the tub, I thought I would surely spew if I took another bite. Beck

slid a few packages of Ibuprofen across the table. He must have got them from a vending

machine somewhere around the motel. Or maybe he snuck into the women’s bathroom, where

some places still had vending machines for things like Midol and Tylenol. “Take these and get

some rest,” he instructed, heading off to the bathroom with his bag. I took the pills and a swig

of water. I shimmied out of my pants and boots before I slipped into the bed farthest from the

door, thankful the sheets were scratchy and not smooth like his. I never wanted to feel silk

sheets again.

The nightmare disrupted my sleep, violently reliving memories of my time in that bed of

nightmares, too vividly; my body, too inhibited by the drugs to fight, my voice muted, his

touch, unwelcomed, but from which I was unable to recoil from. However, in my dreams, my

mind is always awake, eyes seeing, skin feeling. Every fiber of me was in protest of the

violation. The strangled cry captured in my throat escaped, a warm hand on my shoulder,

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