The End of You: A Single Lady Spy Series Novella (The Single Lady Spy Series Book 3) (7 page)

My
body riding his began to clench down as his fingers bit in. We came at the
exact same moment, gripping and sweating.

He
thrust harder for the last few strokes, jerking into me as I quivered over him.

He
pushed the open button on the elevator and walked us back down the hall to my hotel
room. The door was ajar still so he just walked in, closing it and leaning
against the door. He let me slide down him, but still gripped to me. “Let’s
take a shower, Evie. I adore our showers.” He led me to the bathroom, closing
the door and starting the hot water so we could rinse off everything—the
good, the bad, and the ugly.

When
we got into bed he held me but even there in the safety of our La La Land, I
could see their faces. I could feel the hot blood running down my fingertips. I
could see all the levels of sin in the world in color. Joining that horrid
imagery was the knowledge we would go back to the real world tomorrow and this
would end. This bliss of true love would be over and I would have to face my
feelings, my fears.

I
closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, letting him hold me in that place
built on the lies we had told ourselves.

I
woke, confused but grateful to see my room. Luce smiled at me, from the chair
in the corner. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. “Hey, what happened?”

She
shrugged. “What do you remember?”

I
thought back to the last thing I recalled—the jet with Servario and the
red dress was it. Everything else was a haze. “Oh shit, did Servario drug me?
How did I get here?”

She
nodded, sighing. “He took your memories with some drug. He said it was better
for both of you.”

I
swallowed hard, wondering what in the hell he had talked me into that I needed
to forget. I gave Luce a look. “Where’s Coop?”

She
paled a little, looking down. “Dealing with the brothel you raided in Dubai.”

It
hit me then, Servario and I hadn’t had sex. I had seen something he knew I
needed to be rid of. I smiled at Luce, confused but oddly grateful I didn't
know what she was talking about.

There
were things I didn't need to remember. I had a bad feeling some of the things I
did need were gone with the rubble.

But
in the end I knew I would continue to be greedy, needing him and Coop. Not
equally, but it didn't matter, I would let them fill the void inside of me.
Because I knew I was that type of greedy—I was the worst kind, the sort
of person who filled their emptiness with lies they told themselves were
truths.

Don't
hesitate to buy the first and second books already released in the Single Lady
Spy Series.

The
End of Me

The
End of Games