72. Trap

Vrinda Simard breathed her lovely perfume as he placed his dry lips on her naked shoulder, "I will not harm you in any way."

Jane Dover cocked her head and gave him a serious look.

"You can't do it. You can't do it." She was nervous.

He held her palms together and smiled at her.

"I didn't fuck you. What are you terrified of?"

Jane Dover rose from her bed,  "If Darius learned what transpired between us today..."

"No, Darius will not know anything." He cast a backward glance at her.

"But..." She shifted her gaze.

"He has no business knowing anything. I won't be able to push you from this balcony."

She shivered as she met his steely stare. His words frightened her. Was he attempting to repeat the events?

"So, what? Do you... Do you want to repeat what your younger brother did to Joanna...?"

"No. Absolutely not, Jane." He rushed to support her shaky shoulders.