“How long before you decide that you’ve had enough of me, before you decide I don’t belong in your world? How long before, once again, you walk out of my bed in the middle of the night and have one of your guards throw me out without so much as a goodbye?”
An immense stillness came over him. Her breath hitching in her throat, Lauren waited. For something—for refusal, for anger, anything that refuted her accusation.
But nothing came.
His silence plunged her deep into a vortex of painful memories.
Discarded in the name of ambition and lofty goals, picked back up with no thought to her feelings, and discarded again. She couldn’t count the number of times her parents had hurt her.
The insecurity, the fear that she didn’t somehow measure up, her resolution to make no demands—a vicious circle of pain that stole every ounce of joy from her. That’s what she would bring upon herself if she succumbed.
Stepping back from him when every inch of her thrummed to be with him, it was the hardest thing she had ever done.
Her heart stuttered anew at the dark beauty of the man.
God, he was the father of her child, the first man who had made her feel so much...the first man for whom she had forgotten herself. And she...she had to walk away.
“If you truly respect me, leave now, Zafir. Let me leave Behraat.”
Even now, a fragment of hope flickered inside her, waiting for him to persuade her otherwise.
He stepped back, slowly, irrevocably and Lauren’s knees gave out under her.
“As you wish, Lauren.” That dark gaze swept over her face with a thoroughly hungry appraisal before he turned and marched out of the suite.
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