Betrayal At The Altar

Rachel’s mind blanked out. Her legs were weak like jelly, and she couldn’t move at all

The car sped by and passed her by at lightning speed

Momentum from the car caused her to lose balance, she swung around and fell to the

ground

She thought the car would ignore her and continued to speed away as if she wasn’t there. There was nothing and no one around here after all, and they wouldn’t get caught even if they did hit and run.

Little did she expect, the car stopped and reversed until it stopped right before her.

She watched the car door open from her sprawled position, and a man with slim legs in black bespoke leather shoes stepped out from the car. He got out of the car and walked toward her. After reaching her, he extended the umbrella in his hand and sheltered her from the pouring rain.

“Are you okay?” David Jones asked. His voice was deep and clear to her ears.

Rachel raised her eyes and looked at him. The man standing before her had a chiseled jawline and well–defined facial features, especially the deep, dark eyes that could stare into her soul, and she found that to be extremely attractive.

The pair of eyes seemed familiar. Had she seen them before?

she couldn’t remember where

a little hoarse when she answered, “I’m fine.

she tried to get back on her feet. The wound and scratches on her legs had weakened her, and she fell

a strong arm catch her

fell into his embrace and was instantly enveloped by his warmth and the smell of his body. It was cooling, and exclusively

them against his chest. She could feel the strong, muscular chest with

growing hot and automatically pushed David away but failed terribly. He swooped down on her

filled her eyes as she cried, “What are you doing? Put me

had only held hands. She couldn’t help feeling

now.” David gazed down at her, his

was uncomfortable with the intimacy they were having. The cool aura of him enveloping her was suffocating her, sending tension through

fell into her ears like an order, instantly stopping her

he

turned off the air–conditioner as he glanced at Rachel, who appeared weak in his eyes. He took off the jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around her. “Careful, don’t

like him, but there was leftover warmth from his body. Her heart beat a little faster when she felt his leftover heat envelop her

eyes swept over her blushing cheeks. A fleeting smile flashed through his eyes when he said, “I should be the

at him in

for accepting my apology and allowing me to make it up to you.” He frankly spoke with his deep voice as he gazed