Seducing My Guardian (A Touch of Taboo #4) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Touch of Taboo Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
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Leaving this hotel suite shouldn’t be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.

And yet…

By the time I make it to the street and flag down a cab, my chest feels like I’ve strapped a boulder to it. Too heavy, too tight. Everything hurts in a way that has nothing to do with what Devan did to me last night.

It doesn’t matter. All pain fades with time. Even this. Maybe especially this.

I just need to get my head on straight and realize that I didn’t really fall in love with Devan McGuire. Time will help gain perspective; I’m sure of that. But I don’t want to wait, so I’ll just have to go to the next best thing. Distance.

I stop by my apartment long enough to shower, change, and pack a small bag. I flip through my passport, looking at all the stamps from so many different countries. Surely the solution to these horrible feelings inside me lay in one of them.

But first, I have a stop to make.

Two weeks and three countries later, I have to admit I miscalculated. Nothing helps. Not the cold, not the sun, not the gorgeous locales that have always soothed me in the past. Certainly not the lingering constellation of faint pain on my hips. I don’t even feel like taking pictures for my social media, and I had so many comments asking where I was and if I was okay, I had to write a freaking statement in the notes app and let everyone know I’m taking a short hiatus.

In short, I’m miserable.

How the hell does the loss of a man who wasn’t even in my life to begin with hurt so much? I never realized how much I felt Devan’s silent presence, even if I only saw him one night a year. There was just this belief that if I ever really needed him, he’d be there. I might have learned to fight my own battles, to banish my army of personal demons, but in the moments when my resolve wobbled, Devan was there to ensure no harm came to me.

I don’t have that strange sort of safety net anymore.

Turning twenty-six is going to be a nightmare.

I close my eyes and lean back against the lounge chair. The gentle sound of the waves do nothing to calm me, even though the sun, sand, and ocean have been a foolproof mood-boost every other time in the past.

Without thinking about it, I pick up my phone and check my email. And there it is, right at the top. An email from my attorney letting me know that the trust fund is officially under my control and suggesting we make an appointment to go over everything as soon as possible.

It’s over.

“Of course it’s over.” I almost delete the email, but that’s as childish as hiding under the covers and hoping a thin sheet is enough to protect you from the monsters in the dark. The real world doesn’t care about your fears or hurts. It kicks you in the teeth and then carries on, dragging you behind it whether you’re ready to move on or not. Clinging to the past won’t accomplish a single damn thing but making everything hurt more.

I scroll through my email. There’s one from my therapist, gently checking in after my birthday. I respond to that one, letting her know I’m doing okay and rescheduling my appointment for this week. Again.

I’m not ready to go back to New York.

Which means I need to book a flight. Running never helped me solve anything; something I should have remembered before I ran from Devan that morning. The more time and distance I get from it, the more I wonder if I misread the entire moment. Yes, he didn’t call me back or chase me, but from the comments he made, he’s already very aware of what he perceives as a power imbalance between us. He might not be my guardian anymore, might not be the executor of my trust, but maybe those factors came into his decision to let me go. Maybe he was trying to respect my decision.

Damn it, this is a mess. I’ll never know because I don’t even know where Devan lives. I have his phone number, but it feels very uncomfortable to text him something like hey, I know I took off like a thief in the night after we hooked up, but maybe we should talk more?

I…can’t.

I put myself out there seducing him. I did it again when I confessed my fantasies about my birthdays, and again when I slipped up and told him how I felt. He pretended he didn’t hear me, but I know he did.

Maybe it’s foolish to let my pride draw this line in the sand, but I can’t shake the feeling that if I chase him down now, if we fall into something more long-term, I’ll always wonder if he’s only capitulating because he doesn’t want to hurt me. That fear might be foolish in the extreme, but I can’t shake it.



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