His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (book series for 12 year olds .TXT) 📖

“I’ll come for the truth again, Cam.” He smiled sadly and jumped off the window. 

I shut the window and walked to the door. Letting out a long breath, I opened my eyes and stared at Conan, who seemed worried. 

“Why were you crying?” he rasped, scanning the room. “I heard you crying.”

“It was a nightmare.” I hesitated, glancing at the window and worrying about Scott. 

How would he ride? 

“Is everything okay?” Conan stepped up to me, cupping my face. “I know you are not okay, Cami.” 

“I’m okay, Conan.” I sniffed, lowering my gaze. I didn’t want him to comfort me again. I just hated when he saw me with a broken toy as he treated me like one. 

“I’m staying with you,” he said firmly, his jaw flexing. 

“No, Conan…” Before I could finish, he shook his head and held my hand gently, leading me to the bed. He sat me down before sitting beside me. 

“I want to stay with you whether you like it or not.” He leaned my head against his chest as he stroked my hair. “You know how worried I was when you were not opening the door.” 

I swallowed down guilt as I closed my eyes, inhaling his masculine smell. He took a bath because he was smelling like body wash and his hair was damp. Our fingers intertwined as I gazed at them. 

“Conan.” I sighed heavily. I should tell him about Scott because I hated to lie to him. He was so kind to me and I kept him in the dark. 

“Yes.” 

“It was Scott, not nightmares.” 

He released a sharp breath as his body tensed. He didn’t speak for a while but after a few minutes he whispered, “I knew that and I was waiting for you to tell me the truth.” I peered up at him. “I saw his bike and blood and then I realized he was there.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” I asked with irritation. 

“You should have told me earlier,” he said with a hint of annoyance. 

“I thought you would get mad,” I mumbled, lowering my gaze. “I didn’t want to get hurt.” 

“You hurt me anyway.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize.” He ordered. “I know it takes a lot of time to get rid of that bastard, but I swear I will make you forget him, Cami.”

“I hope you will…” I broke into a laugh. 

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I was making sandwiches and pancakes for breakfast while Conan was working on the radio. It was Sunday, and we were planning to go hunting in the forest. He looked sexy, shirtless. He was shirtless because I was wearing his shirt. 

“You look sexy as hell,” Conan grinned, eyeing my legs. “And your legs. Damn, they are just so gorgeous.” 

“Now, shut it and take off your eyes, and do your work.” I laughed while putting cheese slices in the sandwich. 

“I’ll make coffee,” he said, turning on the radio and putting it on the kitchen counter. 

“My grandma taught me how to make the most delicious coffee,” Conan said while grabbing a coffee machine. 

“All the work is done by machine. What exactly did she teach you?” I laughed. 

“Well, she taught me how much water to add to coffee.” Conan grabbed a container of coffee and added two spoons to the filter before pouring water. Plugging the coffee maker he turned it on. 

‘Breaking news: The popular star and richest director Scott Martinez fell off a bike late at night and was injured badly…’

I froze when I heard the radio and looked at Conan, who was already staring at me. 

“Did she say Scott?” I swallowed. 

“She said Scott,” Conan confirmed. 

“He was injured when I told him to leave.” My voice cracked as tears gathered in my eyes. “He told me he couldn’t ride a bike, but I forced him to…” 

“No, it’s not your fault,” he said quickly. “Don’t blame yourself.” 

“Can you call Kat?” 

“Yeah, sure.” He reached into his pocket and called Kat. “Fuck! He is not receiving my call.” 

“We need to leave, Conan.” I grabbed the kitchen counter, trying to stop myself from shaking. 

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