Julian and Annabella Rivera have been married for three years. To anybody who knows them they are the perfect couple; happily in love and made for each other, but Annabella has been keeping a secret. A secret she wants to keep from everybody, especially her husband.
When Julian, a FBI Investigative Specialist, begins working late nights, receiving mysterious phone calls and cryptic messages, Annabella worries she may not be the only one keeping secrets.
With her husband’s sudden change in behavior, the feeling that she’s being watched and the unexpected arrival of someone from her past, Annabella decides she needs to do some investigating of her own.
When secrets begin to emerge, will she be able to handle them? Will she be able to finally confide in someone about what happened all those years ago? Or will the ugly truth be too much to handle?
“I can definitely remind you how big I am, Annabella.” His voice is heavy with desire. “I can’t have you forgetting something like that.” I bite my lip and give him a side long glance; he turns slightly and gives me a sexy smile that shows off his perfect white teeth.
He quickly grabs me by my hips and lifts me up and I willingly wrap my legs around his waist. He puts his hands in my hair and tugs it hard enough to give him access to my neck. His lips and tongue move across the side of my neck and I can feel his stubbly hair against my skin. I rub my fingers through his hair and give it a tug as well. Julian lets out a growl and claims my lips with his. His tongue penetrates my mouth and I start grinding my body against his, I can definitely feel how big he is. I let out a frustrated moan because we aren’t skin to skin. He seems to be in my head because he puts me down on my feet and begins taking off his shirt. He’s now standing there in a “wife beater” undershirt and jeans and looks absolutely delicious. His tanned skin is flawless and every muscle on his body is defined. God, he is perfect. After taking a moment to gawk at him, I start fumbling with the button on his jeans and then move onto the zipper.
“I think somebody was following and watching me,” I say to him quietly.
Julian’s face instantly changes, he no longer has the look of concern and love but instead his face is hardened and he looks pissed. “What do you mean, somebody was following you? How do you know? Did they approach you at all?” The more he asks, the more I can tell he’s having a harder time controlling himself.
“No, nobody approached me, but there was this car that was tailing me when I was driving to meet my clients. I’m pretty sure I saw them hanging around at the park where I was taking pictures, too. They might actually be in some of my pictures!” I practically yell the last part because I had forgotten about those pictures; maybe we’ll be able to see who they are. “Oh and when I met with Jade in the city I saw the same car outside the coffee shop we met at, a little down the block, but it was two guys again and they were wearing baseball caps.”
Julian looks agitated and his legs are bouncing up and down, he’s chewing on his bottom lip as if he’s in deep thought. “What did the car look like?” he asks.
“Umm, it was a dark SUV. That’s all I know.”
“You’re gonna have to show me those pictures, Annabella. I’m not gonna have some assholes following you around. Just know, I’m going to find out who these bastards are and I’ll make sure they never come around you again,” he says vehemently.
His sudden anger and seriousness makes me nervous. “Babe, maybe it’s just a coincidence, maybe I’m just being paranoid. Who would want to follow me around anyway? I’m boring,” I say with a forced laugh, trying to joke and make light of the situation. It doesn’t seem to work.
“Yeah well, we’ll just see about that,” he says as he gets up and stalks off towards the backyard. “Get me those pictures Annabella,” he demands as he pulls his phone from his pocket and slips out the back door.
Well, maybe he’ll figure out it’s nobody. Maybe they were just some bored teenagers with nothing better to do. Then again, maybe he’ll find out something I may not want him to. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Dammit!