Fallen Prey

Rachel rolled away from the solid wall of muscles next to her, taking the duvet with her as she wrapped it around herself to shield her naked body from the cold. Frowning, she walked across the room to the hallway, searching for the heater to no avail. The entire house felt as cold as a cemetery. The hell? Her feet stuttered to a stop when she passed a door. If the rest of the house was this cold, how would that disgusting room be? Probably like a freezer. A distant feeling of guilt threatened to overwhelm her but she stamped on it immediately, crushing the feeling. Savannah meant nothing to her. Pregnant or not. Last night had been one of the nastiest nights of her life but something else had changed. Reginald…he….Rachel could feel it. He’d been sympathetic towards Savannah. Hell, he almost went to give her dinner but Rachel had stopped him, distracting him with sex, then that bitch began banging on the door, almost shattering the sexual tension she’d carefully built. Immediately, Rac