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PROLOUGE

Eric stepped into the familiar surroundings of Marissa’s bedroom. Everything looked the same as the last time he’d been here, only the atmosphere surrounding the room was not as it had been. He looked at her small figure huddled on the four poster bed in front of him. She looked so small and vulnerable, a stab of guilt shot through him, he knew he should have come sooner but hell, he hadn’t know what to say. He still didn’t, but he knew he had to see her.

“Marissa?” he called softly, she shifted slightly on the bed but didn’t answer. Eric sat down beside her and laid his hand on her arm. She felt cold and stiff, not the warm, loving girl he knew so well.

“Babe, I’m sorry.” He drew in a deep breath, “I don’t know how to deal with this. What to do or say. I know I should have been here earlier, but I’m here now. We can get through this together.” Marissa turned to face him, her face ashen and almost unrecognizable with the bruising that covered one side of her face.

Eric tried to bite back the gasp that escaped from his lips. He’d known she’d been hurt badly, he just hadn’t been prepared to the face the harsh reality of her attack.

“You don’t know how to deal with this? How the hell do you think I’m feeling then?” She didn’t shout, but her words impacted on him as if she had been screaming and bellowing.

He felt a first class jerk. Knew it was selfish of him to consider his own feelings in all that had happened. But in truth, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Afraid of how she would react to him after the debilitating attack she’d endured.

Anger swelled through his body. The police hadn’t even caught the bastard that had done this to her. Marissa had been unable to give a good enough description of him. It had been dark and he’d approached her from behind.

Eric had to shut all thoughts of what she had suffered from his mind. When he’d received the phone call from Lara, Marissa’s older sister, he’d smacked his fist into the wall. Had wanted to lash out at anything and anyone in his path. He looked down at his clenched fists, taking deep breaths to control himself.

“I saw you with her” Marissa had spoken so quietly, Eric wasn’t sure she had spoken at all. She’d pulled herself into a sitting position. Her green eyes full of fear and sadness. Eric felt his heart shatter. He didn’t know how they were going to get through this. He just knew that he had to be strong for this incredibly brave and beautiful woman before him.

“Saw me with who?” a lone tear slid down her swollen cheek, he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her. To reassure her she was going to be ok. But deep down he wasn’t sure it was going to be ok.

“Carla”

She didn’t have to say anymore. He knew what she meant and what she’d seen. He wasn’t sure if she was in the right state of mind to hear him out. Or to understand what had gone on that night. The same night Marissa had been attacked.

Suddenly, realization hit him and hit him hard. Marissa must have turned up at The Priory Lounge. Eric usually stopped there after work at his fathers law firm. He’d met Tristan, another employer at the firm. They’d been absorbed in a case they were discussing, Eric hadn’t realized the time and was late meeting Marissa. He’d been getting ready to leave when Carla had turned up. She was his father’s secretary and made no attempt to hide the fact that she wanted Eric.

Carla was a very sexy woman. Legs that went forever and a mane of glossy brunette curls. Unfortunately for Carla, her personality did not match her good looks. She would walk over anyone and cause mass destruction in her bid to get what she wanted. Eric had tried giving her a gentle brush off, but she must have had a few too many already. Before he knew what hit him Carla had locked lips with him. The overpowering aroma of her strong perfume and whiskey breath floating up his nostrils.

He’d immediately pushed her away from him, but Marissa must have walked in the moment Carla had clutched hold of him and saw them both locked together. Understandably upset, she would have taken the short cut back to her flat. Not taking into account her surroundings or her safety. Then she’d been attacked.

Feelings of anger, guilt and sorrow swamped him. He wanted to explain to Marissa what had really happened that night. Wished he had gone to meet her straight after work instead of calling in at The Priory. But there was no way of turning back time. He just had to make her believe and trust in him. It didn’t help matters that he and Carla had had a brief affair several years ago.

“Marissa, babe listen. It‘s not what you‘re thinking.” She laughed humorlessly

“That’s what they all say, isn’t it?” It was a rhetorical question. One he knew not to bother replying to.

“It’s over Eric” her words slammed into his chest and he felt like he couldn’t breath. He looked into her eyes and saw nothing. They were like a deep, bottomless pit. Devoid of any color or

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PROLOUGE

Eric stepped into the familiar surroundings of Marissa’s bedroom. Everything looked the same as the last time he’d been here, only the atmosphere surrounding room was not as it had been last time. He looked at her small figure huddled on the four poster bed in front of him. She looked so small and vulnerable, a stab of guilt shot through him. He knew he should have come sooner but hell, he hadn’t know what to say, He still didn’t, but he knew he had to see her.

“Marissa?” he called softly. She shifted slightly on the bed but didn’t answer. Eric sat down beside her and laid his hand on her arm. She felt cold and stiff, not the warm loving girl he knew so well.

“Babe, I’m sorry. I don’t know how to deal with this. What to do or say. I know I should have been here earlier, but I’m here now. We can get through this together.” Marissa turned to face him, her face ashen and almost unrecognizable with the cuts and bruises that covered one side of her face. Eric tried to bite back the gasp that escaped from his lips, he’d known she’d been hurt quite badly. He just hadn’t been prepared to the face the harsh reality of her attack.

“You don’t know how to deal with this? How the hell do you think I’m feeling then?” She didn’t shout, but her words impacted on him as if she had been screaming and bellowing.

He felt a first class jerk. Knew it was selfish of him to consider his own feelings in all that had happened. But in truth, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing. Afraid of how she would react to him after the debilitating attack she had endured.

Anger swelled through his body. The police hadn’t even caught the bastard that had did this to her. Marissa had been unable to give a good description of him. It had been dark and he’d approached her from behind.

Eric had to shut all thoughts of what she had suffered from his mind. When he’d received the phone call from Macey, Marissa’s older sister, he’d smacked his fist into the wall. Had wanted to lash out at anything and anyone in his path. He looked down at his clenched fists, taking deep breaths to control himself.

“I saw you with her” Marissa had spoken so quietly, Eric wasn’t sure she had spoken at all. She’d pulled herself into a sitting position. Her green eyes full of fear and sadness. Eric felt his heart shatter in pieces. He didn’t know how they were going to get through this. He just knew that he had to be strong for this incredibly brave and beautiful woman before him.

“Saw me with who?” a lone tear slid down her swollen cheek, he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her.To reassure her she was going to be ok. But deep down he wasn’t sure it was going to be ok.

“Carla”

She didn’t have to say anymore. He knew what she meant and what she’d seen. He wasn’t sure if she was in the right state of mind to hear him out. Or to understand what had gone on that night. The same night Marissa had been attacked.

Suddenly, realization hit him and hit him hard. Marissa must have turned up at The Priory Lounge. Eric usually stopped there after work at his fathers law firm. He’d met Tristan, another employer at the law firm. They’d been absorbed in a case they were discussing, Eric hadn’t realized the time and he was late meeting Marissa. He’d been getting ready to leave when Carla had turned up. She was his father’s secretary and made no attempt to hide the fact that she wanted Eric.

Carla was a very sexy woman. Legs that went forever and a mane of glossy brunette curls. Unfortunately for Carla, her personality did not match her good looks. She would walk over anyone and cause mass destruction in her bid to get what she wanted. Eric had tried giving her a gentle brush off, but she must have had a few too many already. Before he knew what hit him Carla had locked lips with him. The overpowering aroma of her strong perfume and whiskey breath floating up his nostrils.

He’d immediately pushed her away from him, but Marissa must have walked in the moment Carla had clutched hold of him and saw them both locked together. Understandably upset, she would have taken the short cut back to her flat. Not taking into account her surroundings or her safety. Then she’d been attacked.

Feelings of anger, guilt and sorrow swamped him. He wanted to explain to Marissa what had really happened that night. Wished he had gone to meet her straight after work instead of calling in at The Priory. But there was no way of turning back time. He just had to make her believe and trust in him. It didn’t help that he and Carla had had a brief affair several years ago.

“Marissa, babe listen. It‘s not what you‘re thinking” She laughed humorlessly

“That’s what they all say, isn’t it?” It was a rhetorical question. One he knew not to bother replying to.

“It’s over Eric” her words slammed into his chest and he felt like he co

Marissa stared down at the man before her. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. Feeling as though it would burst out at any moment.

“Hello Marissa” the sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine. She opened her mouth to respond, but words would not pass her lips. He was dressed in an expensive looking suit and his hair was slightly longer than she remembered. Above them the dark rolling clouds flashed white as lightning shot through the air, followed by the low rumble of thunder. Marissa looked up, thinking how adequate that the weather should represent what she was feeling right now.

“Are you going to invite me in?” Her eyes flew back to Eric’s. A thousand questions flooding her head. What was he doing here? How had he found her? And most importantly, did he know about the twins?

“No!” her voice sounding unfamiliar to her. She cleared her throat and said more firmly.

“No, Eric. What are you doing here?” Eric took a step forward and she automatically retreated. Gripping the door frame to block his access into her home.

He stopped a few centimeters away from her, the nearness of him causing her to catch her breath.

“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d stop by.” His eyes glinting with humor, almost as if he was enjoying her obvious discomfort. Lightning flashed through the night sky and she felt the first few drops of rain.

Determined to hold her ground, Marissa lifted her head and glared fiercely at him, tightening her grip on the front door.

“Sorry to disappoint you but I have plans this evening. You’re not welcome here” His eyes lost all traces of humor, to be replaced by a flash of impatience.

“No more games Marissa. I’m here to see the children you kept from me” She faltered at his words, loosening her grip on the door. Taking the opportunity at her momentary weakness, Eric swept past her into the house.

Eric stepped into the familiar surroundings of Marissa’s bedroom. Everything looked the same as the last time he’d been here, only the atmosphere surrounding the prettily decorated room was not as it had been last time. He looked at her small figure huddled on the four poster bed in front of him, she looked so small and vulnerable, a stab of guilt shot through him, he knew he should have come sooner but hell, he hadn’t know what to say, he still didn’t, but he knew he had to see her.

“Marissa?” he called softly, she shifted slightly on the bed but didn’t answer. Eric sat down beside her and laid his hand on her arm, she felt cold and stiff, not the warm loving girl he knew so well.

“Babe, I’m sorry. When I heard what happened, I guess I just froze up. I don’t know how to deal with this, what to do or say. I know I should have been here before now, but I’m here now, we can get through this together.” Marissa turned to face him, her face ashen and almost unrecognizable with the cuts and bruises that covered one side of her face. Eric tried to bite back the gasp that escaped from his lips, he’d known she’d been hurt quite badly, he just hadn’t been prepared to the face the harsh reality of her attack.

“You don’t know how to deal with this? How the hell do you think I’m feeling then?” She didn’t shout, but her words impacted on him as if she had been screaming and bellowing.

He knew he was a first class jerk, knew it was selfish of him to consider his own feelings in all that had happened, but in truth, he was afraid of saying the wrong thing, afraid of how she would react to him after the debilitating attack she had endured.

Anger swelled through his body, the police hadn’t even caught the bastard that had did this to her, Marissa had been unable to give a good description of him, it had been dark and he’d approached her from behind.

Eric had to shut all thoughts of what she had suffered from his mind, when he’d received the phone call from Macey, Marissa’s older sister, he’d smacked his fist into the wall, had wanted to lash out at anything and anyone in his path. He looked down at his clenched fists, taking deep breaths to control himself.

“I saw you with her” Marissa had spoken so quietly, Eric wasn’t sure she had spoken at all. She’d pulled herself into a sitting position, her green eyes full of fear and sadness, Eric felt his heart shatter in pieces, he didn’t know how they were going to get through this, he just knew that he had to be strong for this incredibly brave and beautiful woman before him.

“What do you mean babe? Saw me with who?” a lone tear slid down her swollen cheek, he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her, to reassure her she was going to be ok, but deep down he wasn’t sure it was going to be ok.

“Carla”

She didn’t have to say anymore, he knew what she meant and what she’d seen. He wasn’t sure if she was in the right state of mind to hear him out or understand what had gone on that night, the same night Marissa had been attacked.

Suddenly, realization hit him and hit him hard. Marissa must have turned up at The Priory Lounge. Eric usually stopped there after work at his fathers law firm. He’d met Tristan, another employer at the law firm, they’d gotten so engrossed in a case they were discussing, Eric hadn’t realized the time and he was late meeting Marissa. He’d been getting ready to leave when Carla had turned up, she was his father’s secretary and made no attempt to hide the fact that she wanted Eric.

Carla was a very sexy woman, legs that went forever and a mane of glossy brunette curls, unfortunately for Carla, her personality did not match her good looks. She would walk over anyone and cause mass destruction in her bid to get what she wanted. Eric had tried giving her a gentle brush off, but she must have had a few too many already and before he knew what hit him Carla had locked lips with him, the overpowering aroma of her strong perfume and whiskey breath floating up his nostrils.

He’d immediately pushed her away from him, but Marissa must have walked in the moment Carla had clutched hold of him and saw them both locked together. Understandably upset, she would have taken the short cut back to her flat, not taking into account her surroundings or her safety. Then she’d been attacked.

Feelings of anger, guilt and sorrow swamped him, he wanted to explain to Marissa what had really happened that night, he wished he had gone to meet her straight after work instead of calling in at The Priory, but there was no way of turning back time, he just had to make her believe and trust in him. It didn’t help that he and Carla had had a brief affair several years ago.

“Oh Marissa, babe listen, what you saw, was not what you think it was” Marissa laughed humorlessly “That’s what they all say, isn’t it?” It was a rhetorical question, one he knew not to bother replying to.

“It’s over Eric” her words slammed into his chest and he felt like he couldn’t bre