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CHAPTER 67

  I draw closer to the bedroom and my hands grow sweaty and my stomach clenches in fear. It was only ten steps away, and the door was on my right. The door opens and Rory walks out of the bedroom in nothing more than his shorts. He seems to have a good day at home, probably working out and taking his frustration out on the punching bags. He’s holding a bottle of champagne in his left hand and a glass in his. His hair is messy, and he seems to have been fooling around. He’s also breathing heavily, chuckling and licking his lips. I want to go to him, but something holds me back and I don’t, so I wait.

  “You’re coming out or what?” He yells at the top of his voice, drinking the last wine in his glass before pouring in more.

  “I’m here.” Is the response of a famine gentle voice and the door pulls open to reveal a beautiful and elegantly sparking brunette lady about twenty-nine years, with a loose bun coming out in nothing but his T-shirt.