“Sorry. I gave you everything I got.”
“It was worth a try.” I hung up the phone and swiveled back and forth in Donovan’s chair. My eyes landed on a picture on his bookshelf—the same one that I’d seen the first time I’d talked to him in his bedroom back at Harvard. It was a picture of him and Amanda, an engagement photo, I remembered thinking.
This was the woman he’d been obsessed with. The woman he’d been addicted to. The woman he’d loved.
I wanted to see it closer. Wanted to see her closer.
The photo was on a high shelf, so I couldn’t examine it well where it was. I reached up on my tippy toes to grab it and bring it out for a better look. As I pulled it down, I found the frame was loose, and something fell from the back.
A small, drawer-size key.
No. It was too coincidental.
I was already laughing at myself, but I had to try it. I walked over to the cabinet and slipped the key in the hole. I turned it and tried the top drawer.
It opened.
It was wrong to look through his files—I knew that before I put the key in the lock. This wasn’t like Weston giving me the code to the office. This was crossing the line. This was going through Donovan’s personal things, and I’d pretty much convinced myself that I wasn’t going to actually look at any of his files. I just wanted to see if the key fit and all.
But once the drawer was open, the label on the very first file caught my eye. And now I couldn’t stop looking because it said in black, bold letters: LIND, SABRINA.
The folder was thick, and it definitely wasn’t an employee file. Those, I knew for a fact, were kept in HR. There was no reason for Donovan to have a file on me. So why did he?
With my heart pounding, I pulled it out of the drawer and carried it to the desk. I sat down and opened it up.
Inside, there were pages and pages of information on me. All kinds of information. My transcripts from college were there. A copy of my rental lease for my first apartment in California. Another document appeared to be an invoice from the headhunter who had found me my job at NOW in Los Angeles. The bill, it appeared, had been paid for by Donovan Kincaid.
There was more. So much more. Candid photos of me over the years. Copies of articles I’d had published in various marketing magazines. Receipts for security installations in places I’d lived. An itemized list of all the things the movers had packed up from my house and moved to New York City on Reach’s dime.
And then there were the papers regarding Theodore Sheridan, a slim stack of court documents that showed he was serving time for a sexual assault. The date showed he’d been prosecuted three years ago. There were invoices from the victim’s attorney. These were also paid for by Donovan.
It took me almost half an hour to go through everything in the file. When I finished, I sat back in the chair, my skin tingling, my chest tight, my mind buzzing.
There was too much to think about. Too many emotions to sort through. I didn’t know where to begin, and even if I figured that out, I sure as hell didn’t know where to go from here.
But, as messed up and confused as I felt, there were two things I now understood without a doubt about Donovan Kincaid.
Number one—this was what he meant when he said he got obsessed with women he loved.
Number two—Donovan was in love with me.
Epilogue
“Can I get you anything, sir?”
The stewardess was attractive. Big tits and blonde hair. Barbie doll attractive. Not beautiful like Sabrina. I’d never used this stewardess before. Flying last minute like that, I took what I could get.
“I’ll have a scotch, neat. Nothing else.” I added the last part, hoping she’d get the hint that I didn’t want to be bothered. It was a long flight to Paris, and she was the kind of woman who liked to think that meant it was okay to get cozy.
“Yes, sir.” She gave me the kind of coy, innocent look that only the dirtiest women know how to give. That one was going to be trouble. I was already planning for it.
To be honest, there was a time when I might have taken her up on whatever I was sure she was going to offer, though I preferred to be the one doing the propositioning. But I didn’t have an interest in it anymore. Not when I could still taste Sabrina on my lips. Not when I could still feel the weight of her pleas tugging at my chest.
The stewardess brought me my drink, and I thanked her with enough of a growl to set her scampering. I took a hard swallow, letting the burn dull all other feeling. Then I pulled out my phone and loaded up the only picture I kept of Sabrina on my cell. I had hundreds of her, sure, but this one I’d taken myself, while she’d been sleeping in my bed. It was my favorite. She was naked, the sheet only pulled up to her waist, but what made it special was that she was curled up in my arms.
It was the only picture that had ever been taken of us together.
If I wanted to keep her safe, there would never be another one again.
“We’re ready for takeoff, Mr. Kincaid, as soon as you are.”
I looked up to see the pilot standing in front of me, waiting for my command.
I wasn’t ready to leave her. I’d never be ready.
But I knew what I had to do.
After finishing off my scotch in a single swallow, I nodded to the pilot. “Let’s go.”
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Also by Laurelin Paige
The Dirty Universe
Dirty Filthy Rich Men (Dirty Duet #1) (March 27, 2017)
Dirty Filthy Rich Love (Dirty Duet #2) (September 11, 2017)
Dirty Filthy Fix (a spinoff novella) (November 7, 2017) Dirty Sexy Player (a spinoff novel) (Early 2018)
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Found in You (Fixed #2)
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Fixed Trilogy Bundle (all three Fixed books in one bundle)
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Free Me (a spinoff novel – Found duet #1)
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