Wanted For Pleasure: volume 3 (2023)
"Seduction is the nature of war"
*cover(s) by @meha-k*
Morgan Bennett returns after a two month hiatus due to the events of book two.
While she was away, Chris focused on his healing which leads him to partner...
"Again, I'm so sorry, we just won't be needing it anymore." I talk on the phone.
"We usually don't accept refunds, but given the circumstance." The customer service representative's voice trails off.
"I know." I shamefully reply.
"Follow the instructions on the email we sent to the one on file. Thank you, have a good day."
I don't bother with niceities because she just ends the call anyway.
After packing up the wedding dress that's been hanging in my closet, I swallow hard. I feel both relief and overwhelming sadness.
That's the last of the wedding remains, everything else has been sent back and returned. As for any earlier gifts given to my ex and I, it's all in storage. That's where I'm heading next.
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It's late in the afternoon. The August sun is starting to show mercy and cool down.
I struggle with a couple of things in my hands— okay, a lot of things in my hands— as I walk to my newly acquired storage unit. Chris and I had one together, but since the break, I've put things away instead of crowding the suite or common spaces.
"Do you need a hand, ma'am?" A man's voice booms from behind me.
"No, I don't. Thanks." I respond, blowing the hair out of my face.
A phone call makes me drop everything safely and see who needs me.
It's Mary.
Send to voicemail.
I don't mean to keep doing this to her, but I know she'll reprimand me for breaking things off with her soon. I don't even know if this is a permanent split, but it feels like it, so I don't want her badgering me or campaigning for me to get back together with her son.
Heavy-hearted, I release a big sigh and bend down to pick up my packages and tote full of irrelevant items.
"You should really lift with your legs." The same male voice from before creeps up on me.
Feeling a pair of hands at my hips, I elbow the stranger in the gut and then turn to identify them.
"I was just trying to help." He chokes.
I cover my mouth in shock and embarrassment, seeing it's only Ben.
"Ben, what the hell!" I scold him for making me do that.
He stands upright when he can, and laughs at me.
"Your boney ass elbow hurts."
I push the hair behind my ear and look up at him at no taller than six-foot-one.
