Coming Home Read Online Lydia Michaels (Surrender Trilogy #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Drama, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Surrender Trilogy Series by Lydia Michaels
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Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 130286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
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“Get in the car, Evelyn,” Lucian’s voice calmly called from the shadows of the back window.

“Go away, Lucian.” Her legs trudged on. When she spotted a one-way street they wouldn’t be able

to enter, she picked up her pace. The limo continued beside her as she steadily speed walked in that

direction.

Voices of aggravated drivers shouted at the limo from the line of traffic. Finally reaching her

planned detour, she turned and the limo shot off in the distance. Her walk transitioned into a jog. She needed to get out of there.

Just as she reached the intersection of the next block, the limo slid in front of her, blocking all

traffic and causing a driver across the way to slam on his brakes. Horns blared and Lucian’s window

rolled down.

“Evelyn, you’re causing a scene. Get in.”

“You are causing a scene. Go away.” She pivoted, walking east when the sound of a car door

opening had her doubling her pace and risking a glance over her shoulder.

Sure enough, Lucian was out and coming after her. Should she run? Surely he wouldn’t force her

into the car.

“Where’s your jacket? It’s still chilly out.”

She glanced to her left. Lucian strode beside her with an air of casualness she didn’t understand. His

hands were wedged in his pockets and his expression light. Dugan putted along beside them,

continuing to block traffic.

“It’s May.”

“Still, the low is fifty-eight. You should have a jacket.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t own a jacket.” This was ridiculous. “Are you just going to have Dugan follow me? He’s causing a traffic jam.”

He shrugged. “I offered you a ride. If you’d let us drive you where you’re going he’d be able to

obey the speed limit.”

Silently she counted to ten before facing him. He stopped. “Lucian, I know what you’re doing.”

“I wasn’t trying to be secretive.”

“This isn’t going to work.”

“What do you suggest I do then?”

“Leave. Me. Alone.”

He smiled sadly, eyes downcast in an expression that was downright inappropriate for a man of his

stature. Guilt rode her hard, but pride got her second thoughts under control. He deserved this.

His voice rasped in a hoarse confession. “You see, I can’t do that Evelyn. I love you, and without

you I’m miserable. Even standing in your shadow is better than not knowing where you are.”

Her fingers rubbed her forehead. “Damn it, Lucian . . .”

“Come home with me, baby. Let me feed you and let’s talk.”

She shook her head. “No.”

“Why? You know I’ll eventually wear you down.”

“Doesn’t it mean anything to you that I don’t want to be worn down? I just want to live my life without being harassed or stalked.”

His eyes grew sadder. “But I can’t sleep without you in my bed. I can’t think, not knowing where

you are each day, worrying where you’re spending your nights, if you’re warm enough or if you’ve

had dinner.”

“Those aren’t your worries anymore.”

“They’ll always be my worries, Evelyn. Please, let me at least give you a ride where you need to

go.”

Her shoulders sagged. She’d worked eight hours that day and didn’t have the energy to play hide

and seek in a city the size of Folsom. She needed to get away from him, but clearly that wasn’t

happening tonight.

“Fine.” His face lit with a smile. “You can drop me off at the Slumberland Motel.”

Happiness morphed to disapproval. “The fucking Slumberland, Evelyn? I don’t think so.”

She huffed in exasperation. “Then good-bye.” Pivoting on her heel, she walked away from him at a

quick clip. Her steps faltered as he jerked her to a stop.

“I own the nicest fucking hotel in the city. Stay there. This is ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous! When will you get it? I don’t want anything to do with you!”

His lips thinned. “Nothing except my money.”

“Fuck you, Lucian. I’ll use that money as equity and get a lesser loan from the bank. I’m not stupid.

With that as collateral I’ll get approved for at least half, and then I’ll gladly write you a check and give it all back if it comes with your manipulation or judgment. You know I’m not like that.”

“Don’t do that. I want you to have the money.”

“Then don’t make me feel like a user for taking it! It’s a loan, not a fucking handout.”

A frustrated groan rumbled from his chest as his hands fisted his hair. “Tell me what I can do? I just

want a chance to make this right.”

“There is no this! There is no us. We are over. The sooner you come to terms with that the better.”

“Goddamn it, Evelyn, how can you say that?”

She glared up at him and in a voice far too calm to reflect all the turmoil raging inside of her, she

said, “You gave me to him, Lucian. You gave me away to another man. I trusted you and I trusted him and you both betrayed me. I’ll never forgive you for that.”

“I explained. There was no choice. In time—”


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