Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

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Carter was quiet, his muscles tensed beneath my cheek, his body quivering, heart pounding in

his chest. I sat up to see his eyes close, his arm still around me gripped my shoulder tighter. A few moments passed, his breathing forced into a calming rhythm, before he released me and his breaths steadied. He swallowed, leaning forward to collect the opened beers off the coffee

table and passing me one. He shook his head a little then paused as if considering how to

respond.

“So he beat the shit out of you at the office?” he growled out.

I leaned back into the couch. Tucker repositioned himself in my lap as he purred. “I don’t

really know what happened. I’ve never been so angry, it was like a force inside me was trying

to break free. One moment I was stepping into the elevator, the next he was in front of me. I

don’t remember anything else until I woke up broken. He forced drugs down my throat and it

took a while before I was lucid enough to use my head again. I pretended to comply,

pretended to be delirious, until I found a window to get away.” I found myself opening up to

Carter. I couldn’t deny it was Creedon, after what had just happened. I didn’t feel I could lie to

him either. Speaking it out loud, however, vaguely gave me a faint ounce of relief. Carter

scrubbed his face, leaning forward, elbows on his thick thighs. He glanced up at the image of

the man on the screen, my assaulter, his kind eyes holding a vigil of anguish and rage.

“He didn’t just beat you did he?” he gritted out.

“No,” I said with shame looking away. I took a long drink, my fingers of my other hand buried

into Tucker’s fur. When I looked back he was watching me, a wrathful wildness consuming his

features.

“He crosses my path, he’s a dead man. Don’t carry any shame, because it doesn’t belong to

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you,” he looked at the screen. “It belongs to him.”

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I didn’t know what to say, I glanced at the horror of a man on the screen and back to Carter

who seemed to be observing me. “Beck told me to choose how this would define me. I already

chose to live my life or go down fighting.”

“Who’s Beck?”

“Some grumpy biker with a sweet tooth. I bumped into at the right place and time, he’s the

only reason I made it out alive.” I said, with a reminiscent smile.” I’m sure the old man is out

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