Rewriting the Script — Episode 4

thing. He gave a low, mocking laugh. My eyes snapped open. You into this kind of thing? Being someone's sub? No. Don't tell me you haven't slept with anyone else in three There hadn't been, because of Luca, and because after Julian, no one else could hold my interest. He took my silence as confirmation. His hand slid slowly up to my throat. His fingers

just slightly, not enough to hurt. A warning. Don't lie to me, Claire. If you did... I froze, lifted my head toward the direction of his voice. His gaze held mine. He was nothing like he'd been three years ago. Gone was the boy who'd huddled with me in that cramped little apartment. In his place stood the silver screen idol. A man who could make or break careers with a flick of his

wrist. The air went still. He let go abruptly. I just don't like sloppy seconds. I remembered he'd always had a thing about that. I accepted the answer. That night, he didn't Exhausted. I hadn't expected three years to turn him this obsessive, this raw. The next morning, When I stepped out of the room, two bodyguards at the door moved to block me.

Let her go. He didn't put anyone on me. I went to the hospital and paid every cent. Tyler Bennett was Luca's doctor.

When money was tightest, he'd reached out again and again to help me. After Luca's checkup, Tyler suggested dinner. I owed him. Okay.

I insisted on paying. Where'd you get the money? Borrowed it. Which was true.

I fully intended to pay Julian back. Tyler sighed and without warning, reached across the table toward my hand.