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The Secrets that Burn our Souls

"Two weeks. That's how long it took my husband to ruin everything." When Kennedie Peterson catches her childhood sweetheart cheating with her best friend right after their honeymoon, her entire world shatters. Determined to make him pay, she joins forces with Desmond Knight, the powerful CEO who once owed her late father everything. What begins as revenge soon turns into something far more dangerous as desire burns between them. In a world filled with lies, betrayal and secrets, can love really survive?
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Chapter 3

Desmond

I stared at her unconscious frame.

By my calculations it would take about five minutes or so before she would wake up, and I was trying to prepare myself for the havoc that she would wreck the moment that she was awake.

I know that I could have worked with other, well less extreme means but I hated wasting time and so in my opinion this was the fastest way to get it done.

Unethical I know, but hey, it fucking worked, didn't it?

I heard a little groan, and she stirred before her eyes were opened.

She stood up immediately, and rushed over away from me. She swayed a bit since the chloroform still had a bit of an effect on her.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked "why did you take me? Answer me!!!"

I stood up but she moved away "kidnapping is a crime, and when I fucking get my hands on my phone, I will call the cops and you will have a long time of explaining to do behind bars"

How stupid was this woman? Shouting out her plans to someone that she should very well be afraid of... she was so cute.

I had finally had enough of her theatrics, all of her shouting was giving me a headache "for heaven's sakes woman would you clam down" I groaned massaging my forehead.

All of her noise was beginning to get to me.

She scoffed "unbelievable. You freaking kidnapped me and you are telling me to calm down, fucking dickhead"

I moved towards her, slow, menacing letting our size difference intimidate her.

I took pleasure in seeing her eyes go wide like a little mouse.

I was about 6'ft and very built, I take immense pride in that since I had been religiously working out to get this fucking good looking body of mine.

Some might call me narcissistic, but I'd like to use the term incredibly self-aware.

She moved back with every step I took and I only covered the space by moving a step further until she was trapped between me and the wall.

Her scent, holy goddess it was so fucking heavenly, I could feel the stirring in my consciousness...

She was-

I could not think about that right now. I did not want to think about it, I did not want it.

She looked up at me and swallowed. My gaze followed the movement of her neck, it was so slender and my fingers itched to just wrap around them and cut off her airflow while....

I needed to focus.

"W-what are you d-doing?" she stammered.

I smirked "cat caught your tongue little menace" I asked.

She was silent, but there was this gaze in her eyes, the one that told me that there was not an innocent bone in this woman she was a brat.

"You are going to sit down like a good little girl and listen to me talk hmm" I said, and she nodded.

"Good"

I stepped away from her and motioned towards one of the living room couches "go on, have a seat" I said.

She walked over to the chair and sat down with her arms folded.

"Tell me" she grumbled but I think that she was angrier about the way that her body reacted towards me than anything else.

What can I say, it was just the Desmond effect.

Again, self-aware.

I cleared my throat "firstly I would like to apologize for the circumstances in which we met... I can admit that it wasn't the best introduction"

She scoffed "you are talking like you just spilled a coffee on me asshole may I remind you that you fucking kidnapped me"

I decided to ignore her.

"I already know who you are so it is only fair that I introduce myself. I am Desmond Knight"

She rolled her eyes "I didn't ask you but hey at least I have a name to give to the police" she said,

"Would you just shut up for a second little Kennedie?" I asked getting frustrated.

"Fine" she grumbled under her breath.

She was like a spoiled little brat.... It was making me feel things that I had no business feeling.

"So, I know that you are wondering the reason why you are here" I said.

She rolled her eyes "yeah no shit"

I cleared my throat "I owe a debt to your father"

That was enough to get her attention. In the fraction of an instant the heat of her gaze fell heavily on me. It was kind of hot if you ask me.

"What do you know about my father?" he voice held some kind of frost to it.

Kennedie's dad Mr. Kent Hart Peterson, well late now. I owed him my entire life. The kind man who decided that he would take in an orphan and help him.

I was that orphan.

And when he was dying, his last wish to me was that I take care of his little daughter that had the tendency for trouble.

I was not going to tell her that, that was none of her business.

"I promised your dad that I would protect you and that includes from your stupid cheating husband"

She looked taken aback "how do you know about my husband... rum ex-husband now" she added the last clearing her throat.

I smirked "I know everything about you little menace"

Her eyes dilated, something told me that the idea that I might have been possibly following her was appealing to her a lot more than she wanted to admit.

She folded her arms and tightened her legs.

"Whatever, I don't need your protection Desmond, matter of fact I think that the real danger here is you" she said.

The way she called my name... holy heavens!

This woman was sin, pure and unfiltered. Maybe she was right, she needed to stay away from me.

The demons that I had tried to keep at bay were knocking at the door of mind for them to be let out and consume her.

I smirked "I heard you have nowhere to go.... How long do you think you will last before you get yourself in some kind of trouble?" I asked,

She was silent for a while before she replied "I will find my own way" she said.

"Really because your only friend is the botch who is fucking your husband"

"Can you shut up!" she exploded there were tears in her eyes "I know that I looked like a fucking idiom to you right now but you don't have to rub it in ok?" she was breathing heavily.

I don't know why I decided to do this, I never made irrational decisions like this and it was also none of my business but you know what,

Screw it.

I smirked and moved closer to her "you may not need my protection little menace but I guess there is something I can help you with" I said, my eyes twinkling with mischief,

She folded her arms "what do you propose?" she asked.

"I can help you get revenge"

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