I had fallen for Derek Sholts. I had fallen for a dying man. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t know how. But I had. And I certainly didn’t love it, but I did love him; and loving him meant appreciating every moment, trusting him when trusting him seemed bleak; and being aware of the fact that
BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part Four
✍ Scribed by Marlow, Jenn
- Book ID
- 108791214
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 35 KB
- Series
- Breathe 4
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B016QE5918
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
My world was crumbling at all corners and caving in all around me. I couldn’t think; I couldn’t rationalize why it was happening; hell, I could barely even walk or breathe as the room became smaller and smaller. All that I could do was look at him as he lay there unconscious, lying in a puddle of his own vomit as the medics continued to work on him. My nightmares had been realized. Was this the end of Derek Sholts? And better yet, would I ever recover if it was? I wasn’t sure... I didn’t know... All I knew was that I was scared; scared that he might not breathe again; scared that I might not see his stupid, cocky little smile or hear his smug little voice again. I was scared that this was the end; and ultimately, I think I was even more scared that it was just the beginning.... NOTE: Part 4 of a 5 part serial. Cliffhanger ending.
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