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our way inside, continuing our conversation as we went. I grabbed a bottle of 2008 Haut Brion, which is one of my favorite wines. It’s a combination of Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, and Cabernet Franc. It’s sweet with a long finish. At about a grand a bottle, I would never dream of wasting it on a girl that I would typically bring back to my place; that’s what the hard, cheap liquor is for—one-night stands. After pouring us each a glass, we moved our conversation to the living room.
     
    While we sat on the couch talking about our pasts and I listened to what she wanted for the future, I realized how much I was enjoying the conversation. I never sit and talk to any of the women I bring home. Why would I? They’re there for sex and nothing but sex. I could give a shit less what any of them had to say. This was different. This was nice. Sarabelle was mid-sentence when she stopped talking and looked like her eyes were going to bug out of her head.
     
    I swung my head around to see what had caught her eye. She was watching as a woman walked out of my bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of my dress shirts.
     
    “Christian,” she whined. “I didn’t think you were ever coming back. I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
     
    “I’m not even sure what you’re doing here. You’ve apparently been drinking. Why don’t you go to bed and we’ll talk in the morning.”
     
    I turned my attention back to Sarabelle to try to explain what she had just witnessed but I was too late. She was already running out the door, moving as fast as she could to get away from me.
     

CHAPTER 9
    Sarabelle
     
     
     
     
    I can’t believe how stupid I am. I never should have let him talk me into going on a date with him. My instincts were screaming no at me and I ignored them. That’s the kind of person I am. I’m always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, regardless of how many bad things I’ve heard about them. It’s always been my biggest weakness and always seems to get me hurt. If anyone ever wonders why I choose to remain single, it’s because I seem to have no common sense when it comes to judging the character of others.
     
    The sad thing about what had just happened was that I really wanted to believe everything he was telling me. Every word that came out of his mouth was so convincing that I thought there was no way he could making any of it up. He literally had me hanging on to his every word, thinking that I was getting a rare glimpse of a side of Christian Wilde that he never allows anyone to see. Instead, all I was doing was falling for the tricks of a playboy. I wondered how many other women he had tried this exact same method on. When his original pickup line failed to work on me, all he did was move to plan B. I should have known better.
     
    As all of these thoughts entered my mind, I started to cry and that made me even angrier. This guy is nothing but a creep and here I am crying over him, balling my eyes out. I was crying so hard that I was having trouble seeing where I was going. I wiped the tears out of my eyes as fast as I could but I never stopped moving. I felt like I couldn’t get away from Christian or his house quickly enough. The problem was that I had no clue where I was and since we had used his limo for the evening, I had no way to get back home. I planned on calling my sister or Liam to come get me but I wanted to be far enough away that Christian wouldn’t know where I was if he came looking for me.
     
    While his attention was on the half-naked woman who emerged from what I could only assume was his bedroom, I decided to make my escape. I wasn’t going to put up with someone who would disrespect me so much that he would still have one of his sluts at his home when he brought me over. I don’t know if he was hoping for a threesome or what but he should have known better. I moved quietly through his kitchen and den and was probably out his front door before he