Learning to Trust - Part 9: Curtain Falls (BDSM Alpha Male Erotic Romance): Interviewing the Billionaire, #9
By B.B. Roman
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Distraught and full of disbelief about the news of her deadly involvement, Marisa flees Roland's empire with Frederic after running into him on the way out of her office. They head to a distant hotel to wait out the storm until further instructions.
When the phone call arrives, they learn that the final act of the play has already begun. The actors are in place, the stage is set, and the show must go on. Roland's big event is about to begin--and there is no telling who will be left standing at the end.
Don't miss the thrilling end to this top-selling erotic romance series!
This exciting conclusion is 14000 words long and contains adult content.
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Learning to Trust - Part 9 - B.B. Roman
Part 9: Curtain Falls
Although it happens everywhere every day, there is no way to fully and properly prepare to deal with death. You can brace yourself for impact, or shirk and hide, burying it all inside of you and pretending that it was never a real thing at all. Both approaches are imperfect.
The problem is, when you hold onto it like that, it can become like a poison, one that rushes through your veins and eventually drowns you in an absolute sea of sorrow—unless you embrace it.
By delaying the inevitable, you create the possibility of an ever-growing mountain of despair, a ceaseless avalanche, a crumbling, decaying structure that houses nothing but poorly managed regret and hurt.
While going head-to-head with death hurts more initially, it lessens the long-term burden.
Like most kids, I lost some relatives growing up. None of them were all that close to me, so it was never that huge of a deal. Sure, I was definitely sad when my grandmother passed away when I was eight—but it wasn't for me at all what it was like for my mother.
She cried and cried and cried, a significant part of her life suddenly taken away. The only thing that remained was her memories, memories that she could only pretend to perceive with her senses, to experience and relive only in her mind.
The pain was ephemeral, however, and soon time began to heal her wounds.
It became harder for her to remember, harder for her to feel. I wouldn't want to call it numbness, because I don't think that's what it was. It was more of a grey acceptance, something that was bland, yet satisfying enough to permit her to move on. She wanted it, yet she didn't want to admit that she did. And that was exactly how I felt right now—I was begging to be over this even though I hadn't come to terms with any of it.
Is this how soldiers felt? Assassins? CEOs of companies that acted immoral and greedy? I honestly felt like my skeleton wanted to burst out of my body, my backbone departing and leaving me a flimsy mess of sagging flesh and blood. As usual, I was thinking about the consequences of my actions, wishing that I'd never met with Ramón even though I was a part of something much greater than myself.
Dammit! Why had I listened to him when he told me to do the drop-off?
This was his fault, right? It wasn't my fault. I just was playing along with his bigger scheme!
But people were dead. Not just that scumbag, Marcus—innocent people. There was a bomb in that briefcase and I'm the one that took it into the building.
Sure, I could try to blame the guard outside for not checking the contents of the case more thoroughly. I could blame Ramón for telling me to do it. I could blame Roland for obviously masterminding the whole thing. Yes, I had to blame Roland no matter what. But there still was that inevitable fact that I took the case in there and left it.
I started to sob, thinking about how much I hated Marcus after our encounter. He was an awful, odious man, but I hadn't wished for anything like this. Yeah, he got what was coming to him—but why did it have to be this? Thinking about the previous day—that beautiful, perfect day with Roland that every girl dreamed of—made my nausea return. I was dry heaving and crying at the same time, my tears collecting in the dirty water of the toilet bowl.
People had died at my hands. Damn you, Roland!
I cursed the day I ever took the assignment to come here. All I wanted to do was move up, to get a good story and establish myself as an authority in the industry. Sure, this was a great story, all right. I was right in the middle of the action, dead center amongst the controversy, a cooperating member in the criminal enterprise.
Couldn't I go to jail over this? This was complicity to murder, right? The thought brought out even more tears, forcibly extracted them from my exhausted tear ducts. I wondered if I'd ever stop crying.
I was certain I'd never work as a reporter again after this debacle. I felt ashamed to even consider myself a reporter at all, honestly. Everything was ruined.
Time became a blur, and I hid in the bathroom until I could finally stand again. Had it been hours? Minutes? I had no clue. Time was a really foreign concept to me.
I left my purse and cell phone by my desk. I had to get out of there. I had to eject now. It didn't matter what I would be leaving at Roland's or any other minuscule detail. I was a total wreck.
I flushed the toilet multiple times, the spiraling of the water so hypnotic to my weary, impressionable self. I wanted to flush it again and again forever, to endlessly distract myself from anything that mattered. Finally, I got a grip and walked to the sink. My eyes were swollen from all of the crying. I splashed some water against my crimson red cheeks.
The bathroom continued to hold me like the walls of a prison, my body physically rejecting the possibility of progress every time I regained my courage. I wasn't sure if I could ever face the world again.
I just had to get moving. It would get easier. It had to get easier. I'd be able to sort out my feelings, only if I could move, only if I could—
After losing track of time yet again, I was finally ready to leave the bathroom. My heart was pounding uncontrollably as I