Ruined Vows Read Online Stasia Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Tags Authors: Stasia Black Advertisement1

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I surround myself with books. I meditate. I do yoga. The highlight of my day is watching Jeopardy before bed. Sure, lately, there have been the outings to Carnal, but that’s been more excitement than I can generally handle.

I turn my back to him because I can’t stand looking at his stupid, chiseled jaw for another second.

“You gonna throw a tantrum about it?” he chuckles. “Maybe you haven’t changed your mind as much as you think, seeing as you just assumed I’d be the one to drag around this big old suitcase the whole time.”

I’m about to give him a piece of my mind when the elevator pings. Instead I snatch one of the keycards out of his hand and the suitcase handle out of the other. I start forward, slowed from my righteous stomping by the extremely heavy suitcase.

Dammit, I only packed for a week, but this thing is heavy as hell. Are the wheels broken? Normally, I’m not a person who needs to carry around a thousand outfits. It’s just that there’s the engagement dinner on Friday, and I’ll be expected to⁠—

“Where you headed, Red?”

I look up and realize I’ve stomped right past our room.

I yank the suitcase back a room and shove the key up against the reader. When it unlocks, Isaak just keeps standing there, so I’m the one who has to shove the heavy hotel door open. Trying to push it open at the same time I’m yanking the suitcase is all but impossible, and the door almost shoves me backward and closes.

Then it’s swinging in, and I look up to see Isaak’s big arm holding it open.

“Thanks,” I say acidly and heave the suitcase over the threshold, flicking the light on as I go.

The room is clean and more modern than downstairs. Still, it’s just a basic room: one queen bed and a plush chair off to the side in addition to the office chair by the table. No second bed. No couch.

I manage to wrangle the suitcase to the corner of the room, then I flop down on the chair, hugging my bathroom bag and purse to my chest as the door swings closed behind Isaak.

There’s just the two of us alone in the room.

Suddenly, it’s so quiet, I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears.

Everything’s been happening so fast. We were either fighting, or there was loud country music blasting, or I was fleeing the scene of—of⁠—

The bloody bed flashes in my mind. What kind of animal even was that? I start to shiver, but it soon becomes more like a full-body shudder. Who is doing this? Why?

“Hey,” comes Isaak’s voice, soft for once. “You doing okay?”

My eyes flash up at him. “No. No, I am not okay. Some bastard is out there trying to scare me, and it’s working. I always swore I’d never let anyone take my power, but this fucker can take my home away just like that?”

“Lots of people in this world got power over us.”

“Yeah, right. Says a man.” I glare at him. “I’m going to bed.”

I go to the closet and drag the door open. At least the hotel is high-quality enough to have extra pillows and an extra thick blanket in here. I yank them all down and start to build a fort down the center of the bed. I don’t care how big Isaak is. I’m pissed he’s still insisting on taking the bed, equality and feminism be damned.

Drew’s a gentleman who opens doors for me and not a misogynist who orders me around and assumes I can’t do things without his big man wisdom and muscles.

This whole situation infuriates me, needing to have a man around to protect me from another man. I need to look into getting a female bodyguard. That would be much more comfortable. I bet a woman would understand the need for boundaries. I bet she could be professional about things.

Sure, Isaak was great tonight when there was an actual threat. I was so terrified when I heard that crash, but then he was there, so calm and assured about what to do, putting his big body between me and whatever was there… I huff in frustration as I slam the pillows down and smack them into position. But that doesn’t mean I can’t find someone else… Right? I bite my bottom lip and frown.

“You gotta piss, Red? ’Cause I’m gonna hit the shower.”

My mouth drops open, but I slam it shut because there’s probably no point in asking if he could avoid being so vulgar around me. It’s clearly too ingrained in him.

“No,” I say, mouth tight. “I’m fine.” I’ve got hand sanitizer in my bag. Frankly, I’m shocked I haven’t doused myself head to toe in it already, considering that truck ride.

“You should stay hydrated. Heads up.”


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