Chapter 106. Gator

Fiona dragged herself to the bathroom and slipped into the tub. She turned the shower on, still in her nightdress. She sat under it and cried until her throat was hoarse and until she could no longer cry again.

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Carlos did not want to admit to himself that he was having a terrible day, but without a doubt, he was. He’d been irritated all day, and it was the direct opposite of what he thought would be the case after months of wanting Fiona.

She was such a damned bitch, that was why. She’d made it seem as though he was such a villain when actually, she was a seductress and a whore. She’d wanted him; he’d seen her when she wanted him back in Vegas before his life was changed for the worse and he lost a part of his mind that might likely never return.

She’d clearly been thinking about him before he got home. Did more than thinking, even, so what the fuck was that play she was putting on? He’d found himself thinking the whole time if she ever behaved that way w