It Hurts Me (BETRAYAL #4) by Penelope Sky EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Penelope Sky
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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ASTRID
It was pouring rain when I drove down the narrow streets of Florence. A
storm had just swept through the beautiful city, but the rain lingered,
pounding into the cobblestones and making them shine in the moonlight. It
was so heavy the raindrops thudded like rocks on the rooftop.
I heard a loud pop, my steering wheel lurched to the right, and I slammed
on my brakes as I landed on the curb. Thankfully, there weren’t any cars
parked there. Otherwise, I would have sideswiped them as I lost control of
the vehicle.
The car came to a harsh stop, and my face almost hit the steering wheel.
“Jesus…” I could barely see through the windshield, the downpour was so
extreme. There were no other cars on the road because everyone was smart
enough to stay home on a night like this. But I’d had an event at work, so I
didn’t have a choice.
The screen on my dashboard told me what the problem was.
I blew out a tire. Must have run over a rock or a nail that I couldn’t see in
the downpour.
I reached for my phone in the cupholder and tapped the screen, but it stayed
black. I tapped it again, but it remained black.
It had been low on battery at the gala because I’d forgotten to charge it that
morning. Looked like it had died in the meantime. I pulled out the charger
from the glove compartment and plugged it into my phone. It was so dead
that it still didn’t turn on. It would need a few minutes before it had enough
juice to make a call.
Headlights were visible from an SUV, and then it pulled up in front of me,
the red taillights in circles instead of squares, telling me it was a Range
Rover. The lights went dark when they released the brakes, and the car was
shut off.
I continued to watch, wondering if this person had pulled over for me.
A man left the driver’s seat and stepped into the pouring rain, just a
silhouette at first, a tall man with thick arms that were visible because he
didn’t wear a jacket. When he came closer to my car, he was displayed in
my headlights.
And wow…he was fiiiiinnne.
Dark hair and eyes, a hard jawline, a very distinct and unmistakable “I don’t
give a fuck about a damn thing” attitude. When he came to my window, he
tapped his big knuckles against the glass, standing in the rain like it was a
warm shower.
I hesitated before I rolled down the window, taking a second to snap out of
the reverie. The second the window was down, the sound of the rain
became amplified, a cacophony we had to yell over to hear each other.
He put one hand on the roof of the car and leaned down to speak to me,
already soaked to the skin. There was a shadow on his jawline, popping
tendons up his neck, veins down his muscular arms. “You alright?” A deep
and masculine voice released into the night air, authoritative without
aggression.
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