Bed of Thornes (Bed of Thornes Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free

my vibrator resting on the bed. I clutch it in my hand and turn it on to see if it's still alive after my triple threat last night... dead. I killed the batteries. Thankfully I have a drawer packed full of the damned things. I look towards the end of the bed, my laptop. I left it on all night... it's also lifeless. The sun is shining rather brightly... oh no, what time is it?! Nine forty five. I slap my palm onto my forehead and over my eyes. I groan. Not again.
    I jump to my feet, run to use the bathroom and freshen up. I brush my teeth and fix my hair as quickly as possible, and rush back into my bedroom to find something in my closet to put on. I pick my favorite blouse and A-line skirt that comes just above my knees. I pull my skirt up and zip it, just then my phone rings.
    "Hello." I say. Normally I would answer more formally, 'Ms. Thorne speaking', but I'm in a panic.
    "Ronni? Where are you?" Jenna's voice sounds as if she is also panicking.
    "I'm on my way, Jen, I'll be there as soon as possible."
    "Okay, are you alright?" She asked.
    "I'm fine, I just overslept. Yes, again. Let me finish getting dressed and I'll talk to you when I get there. I'm sorry I left you to open up by yourself for a second day in a row, I don't know what's wrong with me lately."
    "Don't worry yourself, just get here before Mr. Clayton shows up this morning. It's Friday." She reminds me.
    "Oh shit, I can't be late for this meet up, because then he will probably find someone else to do the project for him. Mr. Clayton is very punctual. I just had to be running late on the day I was to meet with him." I ramble manically. "Ten 'o' clock is our meeting, I've got to go!"
    I hang up the phone before Jenna can get another word in.
    I grab my purse, search frantically for my keys that aren't hanging on their usual spot on the wall, and slide my heels on all at once. I dig through my purse, finding my keys next to my wallet. I run out the door, lock it behind me, and hurry to my car. I can't believe that I am running late for such an important meeting. I am never late. I need to get my shit together for real. All this mess I have been in with my hormones, my career is in jeopardy over all of this. What's wrong with me? I turn on the ignition, throw it in reverse, and back out of my driveway.
    I take the quickest route to my gallery, speeding past all the traffic on the way. Almost there, I have three minutes to make it in time, but this will take at least another five minutes if not more. Damn, I have let too many emotions take over lately. My head is all over the place. I weave in and out of the two lanes, pass up every vehicle going far too slowly, I near a red light and I'm going at least ninety. I slam my foot on the brake.
    "NO!!!" I scream as I try to stop in time, but it's too late. The car coming through the green light barrels into mine. Glass breaks like the sound of crackling thunder and shatters in every direction. The metal of the car has a soul crushing noise that rumbles through my chest. My head slams into the driver's side window, bashing out the glass. The car spins out of control, making a complete circle at least two times, stopping as it hits as hard as it possibly can into a street pole on the other side of the road. My body jolts and frees itself from the convertible that has the top down. I feel myself land outside of the car with a loud thud and a back breaking pain through my entire body. My head flies backwards into the pavement. Everything is black and silent.
    I pry my eyes open, it feels like I have to literally peel them open. Oh my god, where the fuck am I? I try sitting up, but I can't move. I can't move! Am I dead? Am I... shit, it hurts to even think right now. Where am I? I want to scream. I can feel myself moving, it feels like I'm on my back floating, with a bump every few seconds. Somebody tell me where I am. Somebody help me! I open my mouth, but nothing comes out, there's something around my neck and on my face,