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.Lies have the power to destroy a person in a matter of minutes.And I m the best example ofthat.Even after hearing the truth from Taylor, my subconscious chose to believe the lie my cousin hadtold me, and I can t, for the love of God, wipe away the feeling of guilt of murdering someone whogave life to me.From that day on, I became conscious of liars.The bad thing is that they re everywhere.Eventhe people who re paid to be honest, such as doctors, can lie easily.And, let me not get started withlawyers.But, the good thing is, I ve become an expert in spotting liars.A brief sign of distress, gulping,a wrong twitch of an eyelid, or as in Mr.Ice s case, irises dilating suddenly, give them away if youpay close attention.He chose the wrong person to lie to because I could be granted a PhD in readingthose signs if such a lie-detection department existed.Fuck Mr.Ice and all the liars.They can spend the entire eternity in Hell for all I care.I climb into the company car and ask the private driver I m assigned by Hawkins Media Groupto drive me back home.I shower as the first step in getting rid of the feeling of dirt after coming in close contact withfilthy people and then settle in front of the TV to play a round of Street Fighter on my Xbox.It helps tobe able to kick some asses, even in cyberspace.When I notice the sun is going down, I call to order pizza for dinner.I promised to have dinnerwith Taylor and Adam, but I guess I ll skip it for today.When the bell rings ten minutes after thephone call, I grab my purse and hurry to get the door.I nearly drop the purse in my hand when I see Zane and not the pizza delivery guy at mydoorway. May I come in? he asks.His face has no trace of the allergic reaction he had a few hours ago.Even though I m glad to see in person that he s all right, I m not sure about inviting him in. Please, Iwant to talk to you, he insists. What do you want to talk about? I ask, but the real question I want him to answer is why hewanted to be with me. About the afternoon.I came here to apologize.I should have asked you instead of surprisingyou that way.He had even kept the lights off to hide his identity from me.I survey his face intently to evaluatehis sincerity, but he seems genuine enough even to my expert eyes.I want to let him in and talk hisheart out, but my home is in no shape to accept a guest, much less one of the bosses of the company Iwork for.Besides, I m fairly sure my sweatpants have a hole in the crotch. Give me a minute, I say and close the door in his face before running with the speed of lightto my bedroom.After changing into jeans, I hurry to the living room to collect all the dirty clothes Ifailed to throw into the laundry basket.As soon as dirty plates find their place into the overly filledsink, I stride back to get the door, hoping Zane hasn t decided to leave. Come on in, I open the door wide to let him in, trying to breathe as silently as possible.His eyes size me up and down and a smile appears on his lips, lighting up his face with a lustfulexpression.I have to bite my lip to banish the images of those lips sucking the lips of my sex only afew hours ago; and I must admit, the power of the suction of his mouth could compete with any Dysonvacuum cleaner. I don t have much time. I cross my arms as a way to put a distance between us and hopefullyto hide my awakening nipples beneath my t-shirt, cursing myself for not remembering to put on a bra. Can I get a glass of water? I drove here right after I woke up from the coma. Oh, sure. My living room might look presentable, but I m a horrible host.I grab the onlyclean glass I can find in the kitchen and come back to Zane with ice-cold water. Here. Thanks. He gulps down the entire glass of water, while his eyes are fixed on my chest.If he sthinking I can t see where they re looking through the glass, then he s an idiot.But I sense he s awarethat I know exactly where he s staring and even that it s turning me on.I take a step back and move my eyes around the room to break the spell he s pulling me into,while he drinks the last sip of the water. I wasn t sure it d be you [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]