137 Trophy son

Questions and doubts whirled through Zara's mind like a storm, each more confusing than the other that went on like an endless circle. 

What had happened back there in the garage? Why did Ryan keep coming to her yet distancing himself from her time and again?

Zara had been ravenous before entering the garage, as she hadn't eaten much throughout the day, but now she felt no need to eat. She tossed and turned in her bed as she kept replaying her intimacy with Ryan. The way he had held her, looked at her it wasn't his usual self. There had been a predatory touch to his behavior that unnerved her.

She looked at her mobile and thought of calling him but then what would she say? Then there was this thing where he never replied to her texts or answered her calls. 

Her mother was going to be late as usual and was under the impression that her daughter was safely tucked in the bed. Zara wondered if she should ever tell her mom who Jake actually was.