Possessed By You (Overworld Underground Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: John Corwin
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Magic, Action, paranormal romance, Vampires, overworld
hickies," she wailed. "And I didn't even have sex to go along with it."
As if sex were a side dish. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Iz, you were almost raped, I was nearly killed and raped, and all you care about are the stupid marks on your neck?"
Tears gathered in Isabel's eyes, pooling and breaking free in a flood. She hugged me. "I'm just trying not to think about it," she said between sobs. "But I don't remember a thing. What if something is horribly wrong with my brain?"
"Well, we both know something is wrong with your brain," I said, trying to inject some humor into this god-awful morning.
"Why didn't you call the cops?" she said, grabbing a tissue and blowing her nose. "I mean, even if that guy who saved us didn't want you to, it's still a good idea." She blew her nose again, left the bathroom, and dug her phone out of her purse.
"I think it's a little late now," I said. "You don't remember anything, and our savior didn't leave a number, so the police are just going to look at us as if we're mental."
She stared at the phone a moment before setting it down. "This is crazy." She looked up. "I want waffles. And ice cream. And fudge."
"This does qualify as an emergency, doesn't it?"
She nodded. "Big time."
We ended up gorging ourselves on breakfast, going to a movie, and shopping for stun guns—purple of course. We both already owned pepper spray, but I wanted to have fifty thousand volts ready to run through Stephen's body if I happened to see him again. I shuddered at the thought.
"Are you excited about tomorrow?" Isabel asked as I tossed laundry in the washer that night.
"Nervous," I said.
"They're going to love you."
"Because I'll be so awesome at fetching coffee and kissing ass?" I said. "It's an intern position, not CEO."
"Lots and lots of room for advancement," she said with a cheery note. "And at least it'll be something to live on until you find a job you like."
"Yeah." The problem was, I had a vanilla business degree and still no clue what I wanted to do for a career. I'd done some waitressing, but not much else, and certainly nothing to qualify me for an executive position.
Izzy touched my shoulder. "Oh, don't be such a Debbie Downer. Just let me teach you how to shake that ass a little, and you'll have a man ready to support you for life, sweetie."
I gave her a sideways look. "Because that's how I roll, right?"
She shook her butt and giggled.
After selecting appropriate business attire to wear to work the next day, I flossed, brushed, and climbed into bed. My mind would not shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Stephen, his teeth flashing for my throat. His face crunching against the brick. Blood spraying everywhere. The entire incident seemed like a nightmare, not something that had really happened. I still remembered the otherworldly vibe emanating from him. It reminded me vaguely of some people my parents had once introduced me to.
I dragged myself out of bed when my alarm went off the next morning. Showered, and left the flat with a large travel mug of tea. My place of employment, OnTech, was about a fifteen minute walk, or a five minute bus ride. I knew, because I'd timed it on Saturday before Izzy and I had gone out for drinks. I was anal like that. I had a car, but parking wasn't free, at least not to a lowly intern. The parking would quickly add up to far more than the value of my car.
As I stood waiting for a walk sign so I could cross the street, a car pulled to a stop in the far lane. Normally, a car wouldn't be such a big deal, but this one was a brand new Range Rover. I looked at it with an adoring gaze. The face behind the windscreen caused me to freeze. It was the man from last night.
My knight in shining armor.
Chapter 3
The light turned green and the Range Rover zoomed away before I could raise an arm or yell. I tried to get the license plate, but a bus trundled past, blocking the vehicle from view. I hurried across the side street, trying to keep pace,
As if sex were a side dish. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Iz, you were almost raped, I was nearly killed and raped, and all you care about are the stupid marks on your neck?"
Tears gathered in Isabel's eyes, pooling and breaking free in a flood. She hugged me. "I'm just trying not to think about it," she said between sobs. "But I don't remember a thing. What if something is horribly wrong with my brain?"
"Well, we both know something is wrong with your brain," I said, trying to inject some humor into this god-awful morning.
"Why didn't you call the cops?" she said, grabbing a tissue and blowing her nose. "I mean, even if that guy who saved us didn't want you to, it's still a good idea." She blew her nose again, left the bathroom, and dug her phone out of her purse.
"I think it's a little late now," I said. "You don't remember anything, and our savior didn't leave a number, so the police are just going to look at us as if we're mental."
She stared at the phone a moment before setting it down. "This is crazy." She looked up. "I want waffles. And ice cream. And fudge."
"This does qualify as an emergency, doesn't it?"
She nodded. "Big time."
We ended up gorging ourselves on breakfast, going to a movie, and shopping for stun guns—purple of course. We both already owned pepper spray, but I wanted to have fifty thousand volts ready to run through Stephen's body if I happened to see him again. I shuddered at the thought.
"Are you excited about tomorrow?" Isabel asked as I tossed laundry in the washer that night.
"Nervous," I said.
"They're going to love you."
"Because I'll be so awesome at fetching coffee and kissing ass?" I said. "It's an intern position, not CEO."
"Lots and lots of room for advancement," she said with a cheery note. "And at least it'll be something to live on until you find a job you like."
"Yeah." The problem was, I had a vanilla business degree and still no clue what I wanted to do for a career. I'd done some waitressing, but not much else, and certainly nothing to qualify me for an executive position.
Izzy touched my shoulder. "Oh, don't be such a Debbie Downer. Just let me teach you how to shake that ass a little, and you'll have a man ready to support you for life, sweetie."
I gave her a sideways look. "Because that's how I roll, right?"
She shook her butt and giggled.
After selecting appropriate business attire to wear to work the next day, I flossed, brushed, and climbed into bed. My mind would not shut up. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Stephen, his teeth flashing for my throat. His face crunching against the brick. Blood spraying everywhere. The entire incident seemed like a nightmare, not something that had really happened. I still remembered the otherworldly vibe emanating from him. It reminded me vaguely of some people my parents had once introduced me to.
I dragged myself out of bed when my alarm went off the next morning. Showered, and left the flat with a large travel mug of tea. My place of employment, OnTech, was about a fifteen minute walk, or a five minute bus ride. I knew, because I'd timed it on Saturday before Izzy and I had gone out for drinks. I was anal like that. I had a car, but parking wasn't free, at least not to a lowly intern. The parking would quickly add up to far more than the value of my car.
As I stood waiting for a walk sign so I could cross the street, a car pulled to a stop in the far lane. Normally, a car wouldn't be such a big deal, but this one was a brand new Range Rover. I looked at it with an adoring gaze. The face behind the windscreen caused me to freeze. It was the man from last night.
My knight in shining armor.
Chapter 3
The light turned green and the Range Rover zoomed away before I could raise an arm or yell. I tried to get the license plate, but a bus trundled past, blocking the vehicle from view. I hurried across the side street, trying to keep pace,
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