Free Losing Angeline: London Calling Book Two by Kat Faitour Page B

young, despite the fact her poses were increasingly suggestive.  
    Tears blurred Angeline’s eyes as she came to the final snapshots. They were full nudes, with her body arranged in provocative poses that fully and explicitly revealed her. At the time, she’d done whatever Edward had asked. She could still remember his voice with vivid clarity.
    “Widen your legs, Angel. That’s right,” he hoarsely instructed. “You’re so beautiful. So innocent.”
    She’d been awkward and embarrassed, but he’d reassured her of his love for her.  
    “Let me see you, baby. This is your gift to me. Don’t hide yourself, you’re too pretty. You’re my gorgeous girl.”
    Staring at the last photo too long, Angeline shuddered in revulsion. Her eyes stared out of the photo, shining with adoration. The horrible and ugly truth was she’d thought she loved him. Believing that, she did everything he asked until the day arrived when he asked too much.
    “Baby, let’s shoot a video. Okay? Something I can watch when we can’t be together. You’ll think of me. Touch yourself. It’ll be perfect, Angel, just like you.”
    She grabbed her clothing. “No. That’s pornography.”
    His face flushed with anger. “You’ll do what I tell you. Now drop your clothes.”
    “No.” Something inside her snapped. All the doubts and shame she’d suppressed came screaming to the surface. “I did everything for you. You said it was art. Now you want to make a porn video of me. No.”
    He became ugly and vile. “If I wanted to shoot a porn of you, I’d do it. You’re always asking for it. Begging for it.”
    Embarrassment and pain churned inside her, emerging as white-hot rage. For too long, she’d been desperate to please him. She’d lost weight and started having nightmares, but she ignored her instincts, pushing her best self down in a foolish effort to pander to his wishes. “I’m not asking for it now, Edward.” She’d sneered his name, running her eyes down him in damning condemnation. “I’ll never beg you for anything again, you pervert. I bet the only reason you never took me up on my offer was that you couldn’t. You’re too old for me. You’re probably impotent.”
    He swung his fist, connecting with her jaw. In a lightning reflex, she brought her knee up, ramming it into his groin. He fell like a tree, red-faced with eyes watering. She looked down on him like a naked, avenging angel.
    It was the last time she’d seen him. It was the last time she thought she ever would.
    She tucked the photos into her bag. She’d destroy them later, even knowing he could send more copies at any time. She pulled out her phone, flipping it open to punch in Patrick’s number.
    “Hello?”
    “It’s Angeline.” She got straight to the point. “Have you made any progress? Anything at all?”
    There was a pause where she heard muted movement and a door being closed. “What’s wrong?” He was urgent. “What’s happened?”
    “I need an update.” Her voice wobbled a little, so she began again. “I just need to know what’s going on. Where you are with this.”
    “Angeline, I’m making progress. But if this is going to work, I need for you to tell me the truth.” He repeated his question. “What’s happened? Are the kids okay?”
    “Yes, Dominic and Devon are fine. They’re here in Forsyth Park with me, playing.” She braced herself. “A teenager came by, delivered an envelope to me. It has pictures.” She couldn’t say any more. She’d told Patrick about the photos already and she couldn’t bear to repeat it.
    “That son of a bitch.” She could practically hear him gritting his teeth. “Listen, don’t you lose hope. I’m closing in on him. Any day and he’ll be out of your life for good.”
    “You found something?”
    “Oh yes. Like I said, he’s sick. He didn’t suddenly get well after you left, Angeline.”
    “Oh God.” She kept repeating the words, rocking a little in distress.  
    “I know. But