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Learning to Love Again: This Time a Billionaire

“Did I hurt you? Are you alright?” I looked into his eyes. “I’m fine, are you alright?” John looked me over. “Yeah, sorry, I realized that might have been a dumb idea,” I rolled my eyes at myself. “Pfft, nah, sometimes being stupid is fun,” he shrugged. “Mmhmm… and you know everything about stupid decisions?” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Honey, I’m the king of bad decisions,” he teased me, and something about his words made me flashback to when I had screwed up in New York. * Abigail fled home to her smalltown after she had trusted the wrong man back in the big city. She had kept her secret from her family to protect them, and it was going well. Until a Billionaire, John Miller, CEO of Miller Investments, blew into town and knocked her off her feet when she wasn’t looking for love, especially from a man like him. *** Contains mention of rape/emotional trauma Learning to Love Again: This Time a Billionaire is created by Minette Enfers, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Minette Enfers · Urban
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50 Chs

Chapter 40: Back Home

ABIGAIL’S POV

My knee wouldn’t stop bouncing and I couldn’t stop picking at my nails, as John drove us back to Heber. I didn’t want to go home, and I had already gone through two breakdowns before we had gotten me into the car.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and my throat felt like it was swollen shut. My stomach was doing somersaults and my heart was hitting against my ribs so hard that I couldn’t even focus. Everything around me was fuzzy and all I could see what the road in front of us, as my thoughts looped and swirled through my head.

What was he going to do when he found me? Would he find me fast? Would I have to talk to him? I didn’t WANT to talk to him. What if he hurt my family? What if he hurt John? What if—what if—what if—

My mind was a wasteland of negative thoughts and endless questions, and I was wandering through it and getting scratched and grabbed by whispering willow branches. Roots jutted up out of the ground to grab my ankles so that I couldn’t run.

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