The wetness roused her from a deep sleep. Then the alcohol odor cut off her breath. The pressure of him hovering atop her was suffocating. She tried fighting him off her. But she was no match for those powerful arms even though she could see he was drunk out of his mind. Her only alternative was to close her eyes and let it happen. Only when she tried to block it and escape to America did she remember that she was already in the land of the free.

She found a handwritten note from Desmond on the nightstand in the morning. She told him she accepted his apology, but it was impossible for things to remain the same between them.

How to answer Marcus was easy though. “That really is none of your business, Marcus DeMario. But if you must know, the answer is no. We were not lovers.” She took a moment to sort through her feelings. “But we did love each other.” Her ‘once upon a time’ she kept to herself.

“Desmond was a good man,” Marcus told her. Desmond Sinclair is a traitor, he kept to himself. “I will miss him.” As he said the words, Marcus realized they were true.

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