Diamonds are Forever Read online Charmaine Pauls (Diamonds Are Forever Trilogy #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Diamonds are Forever Trilogy Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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I don’t look at the damage at my feet. I don’t look away from the large frame of a man sitting in my armchair. I’m battling to process what’s happening as we’re staring at each other, my body frozen in shock while he assesses me with an emotionless expression.

“Hello, Zoe,” he says in a gruff voice, the foreign accent rich and unmistakable. “Or shall I say, Amanda?”

Chapter 7

Zoe

I can’t think.

I can’t breathe.

Shock pierces my skin like needles. I go hot and cold, then hot again.

Maxime looks exactly as I remember, except for the slightly longer and disheveled hair that matches the dark scruff on his jaw. He’s wearing a white dress shirt that’s unbuttoned almost to the waist and a pair of dark suit pants. His ankle rests on his knee in a casual stance, but there’s nothing casual about the cold light shining in his gray eyes.

He holds one of my water glasses filled with a quarter of amber liquid in one hand while the other lies in a relaxed pose on the armrest of the chair, a gun resting in his slack grip. All the while, he’s watching me with the cruel amusement and unsettling interest of a serial killer.

Even from here, the smell of whiskey reaches my nostrils. I don’t drink it, but I got the bottle in a crazy bout of devastating sadness one day when missing him hit me so hard it felt like a physical disease. My cheeks heat when I remember how I made myself come on my fingers, fingers I’d dipped into that alcohol and sucked to remind me of the taste of his kisses.

I stare at him in horror as he considers me with that laid back demeanor and strange look that seems indifferent, volatile, cool, and heated at the same time. Despite his quiet immobility, I sense the litheness trapped under the deceptive calm. If he appeared dangerous before, he’s danger personified now. The only thing preventing me from bolting for the door is the gun resting in his hand.

His gaze slips down to where my blouse is unbuttoned, heating as it lingers there. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest he must be able to see it.

Terrified, I clutch the ends of my blouse together. “How did you get in?”

“Really, Zoe? That’s the first thing you’re going to ask me?” His tone is mocking, his accent both familiar and new after all this time. “No greeting or welcoming kiss?” Putting the glass on the side table, he gets up. He executes the action leisurely, but he dominates the small space with his height and mere presence.

Instinctively, I take a step back. Something sharp cuts into my heel. I gasp at the sting.

He holds up a hand, the hand with the gun, but the barrel is turned toward the ceiling. “Don’t move.”

Lifting the pressure off my heel, I look down. A shard of glass is lodged in my skin, and blood is mixing with the water on the hardwood floor.

Maxime tucks his gun into the back of his waistband and crosses the floor. I shrink back when he reaches for me.

“Don’t touch me,” I cry, holding up a hand as if that may stop him.

His voice holds a warning that clashes with the melodic quality of his French accent. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

He will if he has to. Just like before. Just like always.

“I just want to help you,” he says.

Help me? That’s not why he’s here.

Putting my weight on the toes of my injured foot, I back out of the door as fast as I can. If I can get to the entrance, I can push the silent distress button on my alarm remote that’s hanging from the keychain in the door. The security company will be here in a few minutes, and they’ll alert Damian.

Maxime has the physical advantage, though. He has longer legs and wider steps. He chases after me with determined strides, in no particular hurry to catch me. Like a fox playing with a rabbit, he backs me up to the door and grabs the keys from the lock before I can reach them.

“Looking for this?” he asks, dangling the keychain in front of my face.

I’m locked in with him. It’s a reminder of the first time he broke into my apartment, and it steals my ability to breathe.

Flattening my body against the wood with my palms pressed next to my thighs on the door, I force from dry lips, “What do you want?”

“What do I want?” His laugh is low and wicked as he closes the last step that separates us, putting his body flush against mine. “I think you know the answer to that question.”

I can’t shrink back any farther. I can only lift my chin with fake bravado. “I want you to leave.”


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