Honey You Are My Lucky Star (Callen and Chelsea) novel Chapter 85

In the corridor, I finally get rid of Harrison's hand. But I lost my balance, and am about to hit my back against the wall.

I close my eyes, ready to accept the pain.

But someone grabs my hand and puts me into his arms. Then a voice sounds. "It's all right."

It's Harrison. He's voice is low, magnetic, and a little cold. I feel relaxed in an instant.

"Thank you," I say.

I close my eyes with relief and lean on his shoulder, feeling an urge to cry.

I used to cry only when I was in extreme pain, and most of the time I was strong. But since Harrison showed up, I've cried more times than I can count.

I always act like a cranky crybaby in front of him.

Feeling very tired, I wrap my arms around his waist. His embrace always gives me an inexhaustible sense of security. "Can we talk in peace?"

"I'd love to."

His answer gives me my first real smile of the night.

I stands up and looks at him. "I just want to have a nice chat with you. It's enough."

Then, he tucks my hair behind my ear, and his eyes are fixed on my face.

My heart is racing and my face is slowly burning. There's so much I want to say to him.

"I almost fell for your trap."

I'm stunned. 'What does he mean by that?'

"You lost me. Can you be more specific?" I ask.

He gently caresses my cheek. There's a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. "If I hadn't seen you with that man, I might have been deceived. You're getting better at lying."

"What?" The sweetness disappears in an instant.

He spread out his hands and says in a low voice, "Maybe our meeting was part of your plan. You left me to get more out of me, didn't you?"

"In case the plan fails, you start looking for another target. If I hadn't been there, you and that man would have been sleeping together."

His words are like knives to my heart. Yet he

keeps smiling as if these hurtful words were not his.

I finally understand one thing. In his heart, I stayed with him completely for money. Maybe I'm no different than those whores to him.

We have same purpose, don't we?

Now he believes I'm a schemer. I was just playing hard to get when I gave the black card back to him. My ultimate goal is to let him support me all my life.

Looks like he's been watching a lot of TV. I shake my head with a smile and speak helplessly, "Then why are you here? You want to bang me again?"