All Chapters of A Game Of Temptation : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LAURAI had the distinct sense that I was being moved, but my eyelids felt too heavy to lift. The thing was, I couldn’t remember my bed ever feeling this comfortable. Snuggling deeper, I realized that my blanket seemed to…tighten around me? That was odd. But then warm lips pressed to my forehead and I knew that was definitely not the bed, so I forced my lids open and found startling green eyes staring into mine. My breath caught. “Am I dreaming?” I breathed. I’d wished for him to come back so much that I must have started dreaming that he did. Perhaps I was hallucinating? It wasn’t entirely impossible. You’d be surprised what desperation and longing could do to the human mind.Dream/Illusion Alex shook his head. “No, you’re not, love.”I wasn’t entirely convinced, but I kept my mouth shut just incase. I didn’t want to risk saying something that might cause this hallucination--or dream--to come to an end. Not when I was enjoying it so much. Cocooned in his warmth, I simply stare

LAURAToday was my first OB-GYN appointment and I was excited for it. Alex, too. We were eager to see how the baby was doing. We’d just finished showering together—only because we cared about the earth and wanted to conserve water and not at all because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, of course—and I’d scoured my underwear drawer for the most boring set I owned and found this full coverage cotton panties I couldn’t remember ever wearing before.I WAS WEARING FULL COVERAGE PANTIES. Why did I feel the need to wear boring underwear, one might ask. Well, because I was going to the doctor’s and I felt like it was warranted. I wasn’t sure why. I just felt like it. I was dragging plain black leggings up my legs when Alex walked out of the closet, eyes lingering on my bare stomach. He’d been doing that ever since last week when I’d woken up one morning and found out that my stomach had grown harder. I’d gone online and seen that it was perfectly normal, then both Alex and I had

LAURA “No one dies from a broken heart.”That was my best friend’s attempt at reassuring me that I was, in fact, not going to die from this pain I felt. I doubted it, but I mustered a small smile at her and went back to what I’d been doing for the past hour—staring at the blank wall. I wasn’t sure why I’d even bothered to ask her when I knew the answer was a big fat yes.I firmly believed that I could very well die from the sheer amount of pain I was feeling. Everything on the inside of my body hurt. Every. Single. Thing. Hell, even breathing hurt. And for the first time in forever, I think I finally understood my mother and why she used. There was little I wouldn’t do to stop feeling like this. Balery sighed, placing the food tray she was carrying on the bedside table before sliding onto the bed, right next to me. “You have to eat something.”“I will,” I told her. “Now,” she ordered. “You haven’t eaten anything all day.”Rolling onto my back, I exhaled at the ceiling, regretti

ALEXShe blinked. “You can’t be serious.”I said nothing. The fact that I wanted to call the engagement off shouldn’t surprise her so much because I hadn’t wanted it in the first place. I’d only agreed to this insane idea because it had seemed appealing to my mother. Claire and I had dated for a few months in college before I’d caught her cheating. The thing was, during that short time, she’d somehow managed to worm her way into my family. Imagine my surprise when my mother had sent me a photo of the two shopping in Paris. Together. What my mother saw in her, I didn’t know—and didn’t care to.I admit that part of that was my fault because I hadn’t told my mother that I’d caught her cheating. Instead, I’d lied to her that the relationship simply hadn’t worked out so my mother had made it her life’s mission to make it work. Why didn’t I just tell my mother the truth, one might ask. Thing was, after the death

LAURAThe next time I opened my eyes, I was in a…room?I was sitting on a chair, which, along with a bed, bedside table and wardrobe, were the only things in the otherwise empty room.One minute I’d been walking at the beach and the next, I was in a room I couldn’t remember ever entering. How the hell had I ended up in this unfamiliar room? Squinting, I struggled to remember. Then I did. The masculine hand that had grabbed me from behind, pressing a cloth to my face, and that foul smell. My God, it had been so bad, I’d passed out from it. Wait. I’d passed out. Heart slamming against my rib-cage, I jerked up from the chair I was sitting on, but was pulled back down by a weight on my hands. I realized that both of my hands were handcuffed to the arms of the chair at the same moment what I assumed was the bathroom door opened and a big form stepped out. The shock that gripped me at the person standing in