Come Back To Me.
What does one do when everyone you love dies?
How much is a woman supposed to take before she crumbles?
Adriana Jensen is the woman to ask.
She’s lost too many people to count.
The one death that destroyed her the most
was her husbands.
Only… he didn’t die.
What does one do when forced to walk away from his wife?
How much will it take to win her back?
Blake Jensen, Adriana’s estranged husband, is the man to ask.
He has one question to ask himself.
How much will it take for her to come back to me?
yesterday, staring at a long list of things to do now that winter is upon us. There
was no way in hell I was going to be able to look it over if I didn’t pull my
head out of my ass. I have always taken every job I’ve had seriously. Pushed myself
to the limit. But when the woman you love is mere feet away from you after
years of you not being able to touch her, then your job goes down with it. At least
it has for me.
out of my punching bag until my knuckles were raw. I thought about moving so I
would never have to see her again. Then quickly changed my mind because the
thought of her eventually finding someone else, another man touching what
belongs to me, made me want to put a bullet through my head. I’ll die if I find
out someone has. I had to call Hunter to calm me down. He laughed for all of
ten seconds. Then he sobered right up and started paddling in the opposite direction.
“You man the hell up, boy. Right your wrongs and fight for that girl. I can’t
imagine what she’s going through. Can you?” he said. My jaw dropped. His words
punched me in the gut. But to hear him say the words that have been rotting
away in my stomach had me falling back in a chair. My legs were no longer able
to hold me.
right. Not to mention, I respected the man. Adriana has and still is living in
hell. We both have.
she went from her playful, seductive way to a traumatized victim of life’s
cruelty. It was written all over her face, her body. She’s on the verge of
falling apart, and even though she held herself together well, when she turned
around her face gave it all away.mMy beautiful Adriana is barely keeping it
together. I could see right through her. She’s lost.
watched my every move, sending blood straight to my dick. Those eyes needed to
be staring down at me while she rode him. I lifted my hand to reveal a sexy-as-hell
corset. My own blues traveled up and down her body. Fuck, this would look good
on her. It was purple. My favorite color next to the nude of her creamy-white
skin. She immediately looked away when her sister strolled in dressed in
clothes that looked like she’d slept in them. Hair a mess and eyes so red you
would have to get up close to see their true color. I went from being turned
the fuck on to royally fucking pissed. On our anniversary, no less.
the two of them as my fingers flexed around the silky material in anger.
Adriana loved the feel of silk. I loved the feel of her. But the sight of
Alexis being here was enough to make me sick. My ears were hurting as I tried
to pay attention to what they were saying.
her?” I grumbled. I knew what she was doing, and I hated her all the more for
it. She was trying to save her ass before I had the chance to try and set her
straight. To backpaddle. And the part of her that wasn’t high on whatever her
choice of the day was, was eating away at her. She knew she fucked up in the
worst possible way. Stupid bitch. I didn’t like her before. I hated her now,
and I had every reason to.
buying her excuses. She had heard them all. All except the one I threatened
Alexis to keep hidden. I was ready to break the two of them apart when her
sister stormed out of the store and those once burning eyes quickly smoldered
out with tears. With the garment still in my hands, I made it to her just
before her legs gave out. I took her in my arms, cradled her to my chest, and
held on tight while she let it all out. All the time knowing this was our last
anniversary to be together and it was fucking ruined.
ago. She’s barely holding herself together. The sadness, the shame, the guilt.
Not a one of them is her fault. It’s fucking fate. The word so many people in this
fucked-up world we live in believe in.
her everything last night. Fuck, I even brought the file with me so she could
read it, because I wasn’t sure I had it in me to tell her how my greed in
trying to give her the world nearly cost her life. She’s so fucking broken over
everything that has happened to her that I’m afraid she won’t be able to handle
this.” I’ve never believed in fate. Not until she moved here. What I used to
believe in was a love so powerful it can’t be stopped no matter how much a person
tries. No matter how many unmovable obstructions are thrown in its path. Love
always finds a way. I’m just not so sure of it anymore. This whole thing is a
riddle full of confusing. I just need to get her back.
About Kathy Coopmans
She is a sports nut. Her favorite sports include NASCAR, Baseball, and Football.
She has recently retired from her day job to become a full-time writer.
She has always been an avid reader and at the young age of 50 decided she wanted to write. She claims she can do several things at once and still stay on task. Her favorite quote is “I got this.”
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