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He takes a deep. I know that I look scarily like my mother. Realisation descends quickly and halts my silent questions. I can appreciate it. You were a young girl. I remember his face. I survived a whole week before William worked it out. But instead I found comfort in her pimp. Letting her loose in my world was disastrous.

William lets the waiter fuss for a few moments before flicking his hand. And even crazier was that I went to find my mother. Trying to convince myself it was of no consequence that she cleared off was easier than facing the harsh reality.

As far as Nan is concerned. Or maybe she did. All of these warnings and concern.

She was in a terribly dark place. I follow his lead and do exactly the same. Even just talking about her exposes vulnerability in this hard-faced. Not after everything she went through with her daughter and then Granddad.

She really did get a thrill from writing all of those passages. Trust me. I know. Who knows?

The primary reason was to torture William. He takes another sip of his drink before continuing. The night William found me racing away from where Miller had restrained me to a bedpost and treated me like any of his other clients. Nan will be worrying. I make to stand. Darker than mine. I was bad for Gracie. Or for you. No words are coming to me and. And I know this. He simply takes a sip of his drink and waits for me to calm down.

How am I supposed to get hold of you? He plays with the devil. Pursuing it. I saw it in your mother and I can see it in you. I can hear the uncertainty in my tone. If you feel the hair on the back of your neck rise. His business conduct is questionable at best. His grey eyes are shining. This dinner. The window lowers and I bend to get William back into my field of vision. After stopping by a store and loading me up with the latest iPhone. I dare not look at him for fear of what facial expression I might find.

I say to myself. I know she is. It tastes like rat poison. Chapter Five Nan slides the plate towards me and hands me a fork. We titter together. Gregory has joined us for supper. Old George is looking most dapper in a brown suit. Gregory kicks me under the table. Everything tastes rancid. Her scornful face drops in an instant and she glances down on a smile. The giant lump of cake makes my stomach turn. She glares at me as she dries her hands on her apron.

He gathers himself and picks up his newspaper. Things can divert me momentarily. My chews slow and so do my swallows. Gregory laughs and George snorts. Josephine Taylor. In fact. I study him for a few moments. He loves Gregory. My turning stomach is fast. The misery returns. Then I worry because I hear Nan draw breath — the long kind. This is good. Everyone pulls themselves together and I sigh. I feel incredibly guilty. He sounds shocked. I find him staring down at the screen. The soft knock at the door forces me to lift my head and look blankly at the wood.

I hope you wallow in misery for the rest of your life. Or am I missing something?

I could never share the real reason why my life is over. He pops a Polo mint past my lips and pulls me to my feet before brushing my hair from my face and scanning me worriedly. Gregory winces as his ex-lover hurls abuse down the line. I know he feels as hopeless as I do. And William? His handsome face tries to smile some ease into me but fails miserably. I snuggle into his side but get no comfort from his embrace. Or did I imagine that? He lifts his eyes and smiles. Familiar anger bubbles but for a whole other reason.

Surely he should be happy that Ben is calling. I pace doggedly around my bedroom. Pulling from his chest. Hearing a heavy sigh of frustration emanate from the bed.

This is wrong. My chin drops to my chest. I feel no better after my tirade. I smash my lips back on his and start working him desperately. Something forbidden. There are plenty of reasons to halt what is about to happen. Trying to cool my boiling blood and rein in my quaking body. And I also wish I could reap what I sow. The sensation of his hands running all over my back and his mouth pressed hard to mine brings me a strange comfort. I watch in silence as Gregory attempts to spit some words out.

Something strange. He groans. I need different. They were appropriate for Ben. I had no right to interfere. I start inching closer. I shift my position. Our mouths quickly find each other again and my hand starts venturing downward until I have his hard. With a lack of a bra covering my modest breasts. I pull an even swipe of my palm down his hardness and he draws an uneven breath. Gregory pulls back and gazes down at me.

We should stop. We should halt it. He shifts. His head drops briefly. He helps me. The word hits me like a sledgehammer. Hands and lips are everywhere as we explore unknown territory. He starts laughing and quickly snatches the sheet to cover himself. I gasp and yank it back. The rise and fall of his chest under me indicates his heavy sigh. Not that either of us seem bothered as we battle for possession of the sheets. I flatten my naked front against the door.

Only one man can do that. No man could ever fill the gaping hole in my heart. I have nothing to feel remorseful for. But we both freeze when the sound of creaking floorboards muscles in on the happy laughter. I instigated that. I think we both got a little carried away. I hand it back and watch as my. I guess that twenty per cent got the better of me.

I smile a little. I dart over and make quick work of throwing it on. I fiddle with my ring.

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I turn around. It makes me smile more. I want Gregory to be able to delete Miller Hart from my brain. He wants to return the favour. I shake my head and settle back into his side. He moves in when I step away from a tall preppy-type. We just ended up here after I mentioned my membership card and free entry. I talk with confidence. I can also see men watching me.

I accept drinks. This is a dangerous position for us both to be in. He does. My drunken mind has become vengeful and is stamping all over the fact that Miller is away and he will likely watch all of the CCTV footage from the club when he returns. Gregory hands me another and we make the most of our time alone. The next evening.

He grins and takes it from my hand. My cheek is kissed by countless men. I take a deep breath. I shy away from nothing. What are we celebrating? Being complete idiots? I ignore the strawberry in my flute and sip while gazing around the bar.

I can see cameras everywhere. I get a look from the doorman. How long will we continue to torment ourselves?

Ben is standing in front of us and Gregory is shifting awkwardly on the spot. Ben shrugs sheepishly and drops his eyes to the glass of champagne in his grasp. I see him shrug at the security guy next to him. Heads are thrown back in laughter and continental-style kisses are exchanged everywhere. He grins and discards our glasses before taking me in his hold and twirling me out on a spin.

My mouth snaps shut as I flick my eyes from Ben to Greg. I know what I should be doing. Ben spots us and starts making his way over. I still feel mad. Everyone halts dancing. Any ounce of sympathy I had for him diminishes instantly. I curse to myself. I should be dragging Gregory away. I gather breath to hit him with another torrent of abuse.

But Ben does. Unease sets in. I fulfil my role perfectly. This is a huge deal. I let him take me. In reality. The only sounds now are of confused chatter. The door is ajar and one tiny push swings it open. His eyes are doing that. There are no words. My shock from his presence is turning into irritation fast. I can still hear the music — the words distressing me.

My eyes close. My eyes instantly fill with tears as I breathe erratically and watch him watching me. I drink him in. Get the drinks. Internal fireworks explode. My knees feel weak. His perfect jaw is ticking. But then the club is suddenly filled with music again. I take a worried pull of breath. The music is relentless. William told me to run. His long strides have him in front of me in seconds. I feel pretty lethal myself right now. I want to forget them all.

But I do smack him in the chest again. I hate the desire ripping through my anger. I can feel the fury pouring from him. Shock that I came here. He has no right to be. The whole point was to torture him the only way I know how. He steps forward again. He anticipated this. And he knows that. I knew what I was doing. He fully expected it.

The apparently emotionless man is furious. His mouth is at my ear. I thought my presence would shock him. My strength shocks me. I ignore his accusation. The images all change. I gather myself fast. There will be only fucking. He growls. I accept his violent kiss. He steps forward. I cry out. His blue eyes search mine for a few moments. He looks dazed. While the contact is in one sense soothing me. There will be no other man. Nothing will power through the lust attacking every fibre of my being.

I start to wriggle beneath him. My hands are a knotted jumble in his mess of waves. I want more hours. He thrusts me up against his office door. If I let this go further. A lot fucking more. I take my membership card for Ice from my bag and throw it at him. No man can fix me. Tony is cursing. Explicit language is being fired everywhere. By anyone. Handing me a glass cautiously. I need to find him. I spot Gregory. The doorman gives us a wide berth as we throw ourselves out of the club. He lowers me to my feet and gives me the once-over.

The women.

Gregory is cursing. All I can hear is shouting. Is he asking me for help? The OCD. I need to go. He catches me and tosses me up onto his big shoulder. Miller is cursing. I tear through the crowds.

Anger is drenching the happy club atmosphere around me. Ben approaches. Miller really is ruined. Internal lightning bolts strike. I navigate the corridors well. My legs work fast. I wince. And the whole time. This is another man. Miller has me. Not the man disguised as a gentleman or the loving. I look up. But even though Gregory is well built. I struggle to my feet while the spectacle continues. In my dazed state. My steps forward are tentative.

I wince at the sounds of hard knuckles connecting with flesh. Not my treasured friend. My face is level with his. Both men are so consumed by the determination to win. Both of them have forgotten about me. This is becoming a battle of the egos now. I see Gregory a few yards away. He nods. I need to stop this. He flags a taxi down and makes to put me inside.

I need to stop them. Miller clearly has the upper hand. He staggers back. This is someone else. I glance up to see Miller tackle Gregory to the pavement. Their rationality has been clouded by caveman behaviour and bashing horns.

Some glue will sort it out. After checking myself in. I get up and make my way to the toilet. Then a palm is resting on my nape and internal sparks begin to fizz. I sit among the masses of Saturday night drunks. I look across the room to see a nurse scanning the waiting area. It looks worse than it is.

Four hours later. My face is cleaned up. I hop in. I exit into the waiting area again. My hair is matted and my right cheek caked in dried blood. I look as pitiful as I feel. I shiver and wrap my arms around my body. I sit on the edge of the bed and listen to the nurse chat away. After staring at myself for too long and not bothering to remedy my sorry state.

I see him looking to the rear-view mirror once again. He takes a calming pull of breath and glances up to the rear-view mirror. He offers his hand. He climbs in and shocks me when he starts pulling at his wreck of a suit. Then his hand releases the gearstick and starts to slowly come towards my knee until he gently and cautiously rests it on my bare flesh.

He looks homicidal. He knows the answer to that question. He quietly curses and. Chapter Seven Despondency and the look of determination in his eyes prevent me from fighting him. On a mild shake of his head. My hand shoots out to grab the door when he takes another vicious turn into a dark alley on yet another quiet curse.

I look down at him rubbing lazy circles before I pull my leg away and return my stare forward. Then my neck is reclaimed and we begin descending into the bowels of London. You must feel it. Miller is working hard to try and make me forget. I gasp. He inches forward slowly. We kiss for an age. His breathing is strained as he feels the back of my neck and pushes me further into him. His cheek is bruised and his lip grazed. He finally places me on my feet.

A whistling breaks through the silent air. Worshipping me. My arms lift and hold him. The familiarity of his slow-moving lips makes me close my eyes and plead for strength. The severity of his grip stops me from trying to escape. I beg you. Yet in the same breath. And our separation has only proved it. There is little point in denying his claim when the words are a mirror of my own. We fit perfectly together. He halts. He turns and grabs me.

Do I want to escape? I can feel a familiar ease descending. And my reactions to his beauty and touch are still evident. Oh my goodness. He slowly stands. That thought and the sound of the doors snapping into action again yank me from the curious world of Miller Hart and puts me back into a place where everything is.

She needs reassurance. I penetrate him with cold eyes. I can feel his body against mine. I should make the effort. Looking back at the carriage. My last tear-filled vision is of him throwing his head back on a ferocious roar and propelling his fist into the glass. I dive from his arms through the tiny slit of space left to exit.

Oh my goodness! Time seems to slow. I can feel our broken pieces shifting and coming together. He has no scruples.

I watch as the train starts to pull away and Miller starts hammering on the door frantically. Or maybe the consumption of some good English tea will make everything better.

If I could. Then I notice breathing. My head is thumping as I take the stairs. Be reasonable. Bespoke suit material. His eyes are glazed. I also notice something hard wedged up against my back. Not broken. I mistook you for a man who I could trust. And it feels like expensive material. Ruined is not. Suit material.

He has no morals. No one is more desolate than I am. Broken is fixable. His one-word counter is seething with determination and confidence. What out of everything have I misunderstood? Ruined is beyond hope.

Sleep finds me easily. I told you. I allow my gaze to lift to his face. Memories of the loving. Blue eyes watch me as he reaches forward with his lips and rests them on the material covering my tummy.

Damn it. I think. His eyes are dull. He remains deadpan. He feels amazing. The water feels like stabbing blades on my sore head as I tentatively lather up with shampoo. I take my time. I expect Miller to be gone.

And he has a cup of tea in his hand. He still looks beautiful. I immediately flinch on a quiet hiss when I brush harshly over my cut.

I need to stay strong. I would if I could find my tongue. He looks conceited and victorious. You would never allow it while you were conscious. Too much I fear for any of this to ever be right. Miller Hart. The sound of pots and pans clanging downstairs distracts me. I should be grateful for his quick thinking. With you there is. Let me put us back together again. I feel frustration starting to take hold again. Miller told her to. I need you. I got drunk.

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Now he looks downright uncomfortable. Then I found out you fuck women for a living! Did I hurt your feelings? But something springs to mind. The familiar comfort saturates my senses.

It worries me. He shrugs and drops his arse to his heels. And I need you to fix me. I swear. Not a soul.

I shut the door.

He makes no attempt to leave my bedroom. I shake my head. But I still want Miller Hart. His eyes are smiling. Nothing he can say will fix this mess. I need to listen to William. His eyes widen slightly. But I get in first. When Nan starts clearing the dinner table. But there are three pairs of inquisitive eyes on me. His neck retracts on his shoulders. You know as well as me that that cocksucker is trouble.

I pull up a moment. I thank Nan. He has a black eye and a swollen hand. I heard the hushed whispers. Chapter Eight With the absence of a certain gentleman at the dinner table. My silence speaks volumes. You threw the first punch! Gregory cocks his head to the side.

I know my time evading him is up. On top of my muddled thoughts about a certain man. I very quickly come up with. I have my knickers on. Half of me is wondering why I suggested dinner with Miller today when I was desperate to be swallowed up by him yesterday. There are cornflakes in my bowl before I even sit at the table. I think hard. I untangle my body from the bedcovers and make my way across the room.

I never have. Glancing up. Casting my eyes back to the offending pile of clothes. I know I did. Once again. Still frowning.

One Night: Denied

I see all of my clothes folded neatly and placed in a pile on my chair. I need to make a list of questions. I pull my bedcovers back and immediately frown down at my semi-naked body. I now have Gregory to worry about. Nothing is coming to me. I consider the possibility of Nan stripping me down in my sleep. There are the sounds of happy singing and clanking dishes.

I fell into bed in my clothes after Gregory stormed out. Quickly searching my brain for the best words before she hits me with her own. I throw myself into bed on an annoyed curse and hide under the sheets. He leans down. They have me. Del hands me my satchel and denim jacket with a wary nod.

Why do you keep denying me? I bet I have the answer. The black Mercedes is parked on double-yellow lines. They are soft and reassuring. Then he straightens me out and places my hair neatly over my shoulders before stepping back. And the bastard knows it. Get in the car. I definitely notice the semblance of a scowl at my rejection.

He takes my nape gently and starts guiding me from the bistro. I can feel bursts of life within. But as his palm gingerly slides around my back and his heated touch burns through the material of my Tshirt. My lips start trembling. The skin-on-skin contact puts me in my comfort zone and the sparks fire off within. My eyes close on a quiet hitch of breath.

My face bunches in confusion. His audacity sets my emotions in gear. What kind of question is that at a time like this? I feel violated. Everything I now know has been confirmed by William. My own desire is reflecting back at me through the never-ending depths of his blue eyes. He broke into my house. I should listen to him. The anger is restoking. I think of something. I open my lids to face torturous beauty. Including me. But remember. All challengers are doomed.

He can turn on his arrogant. We need to be on neutral ground. I see confidence. I need his comfort. No bed in sight.

I nod and gather myself. As you wish. Delving back into solace with Miller is dangerous. His palm lifts slowly and cups my cheek. I need it all. Miller breaks the eye connection. I saw light through my constant darkness. Our eyes lock. Their friendship went through a change we found unnecessary and unbelievable. We ended up having a lot of questions at the end. Let me put us back together again. I need you, Olivia. This; added to an odd choppy chapter change meant our hearts sank as we began to loose our excited momentum.

Then, Jodi Ellen Malpas did what she does best; she pulled us right back in the latter part of Denied when we finally unravelled a little more of the mystery that is Miller Hart and we felt we were moving forward again.

These moments where Miller bared his soul were quite simply breath taking and so incredibly beautiful we had tears. Also; toward the end of the book Livy finally showed us once more what we loved about her in Promise.

She showed strength; resilience; compassion and honest love. Livy is a beautiful and funny girl and she finally shone for us again. We are desperate for more revelations in Unveiled.Return to Book Page. My arms lift and hold him. download Here: With so much love and enthusiasm from her readers, and a thirst for more of her words, Jodi suddenly wasn't afraid of her imagination anymore.

And to rub it in. And I pray every second of every day that you'll never give up on me, even if I do. And he must face his fear that in order to save her, he may have to lose her after all..

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