ough the floor-to-ceiling w

mirror. She had showered and washed away

ress. It hugged every curve of her body perfectly. It was a color Dawson had strictly forbidden, clai

of matte crimson lipstick. She stared at her re

t into a pair of bl

e grand staircase. The sharp clack-clack of he

sat at the head of the table. He was sipping b

sive footsteps, he

d. A flash of undeniable lust sparked in his dark eye

cup down onto the saucer. The

you're going dressed like

table. She picked up a piece of

," she replied, not bo

iolently. The wooden legs scre

his tall frame directly in front of her, blocking her path to the doo

s this amnesia real? Or was this an elab

to test t

aist, his fingers digging painfully into her ri

s. It wasn't a kiss; it was a brutal interrogation. He was trying to force h

cles locked up, turning as rigid

his chest, trying to break h

, Charlene opened her jaw and clamped

tasted the sharp, met

d groan of pain. His gr

d to his mouth. He looked down at his knuck

to her, turning pi

ved him hard in the chest, grabbed her handbag f

the driveway. The Uber she had ordered on her

e backseat. "Drive! Now!"

ay, leaving the

chest heaved with ragged breaths. The tas

He kicked the guest room door open.

vanity. Her skincare bottles were gone. Her jewelry boxes were

y no trace of Charl

ic crashed over him. The control

from his pocket, di

n roared into the receiver. "Find