Unspoken 3 by A Lexy Beck

“Stay with me tonight.”
    I rolled to face him and smiled. “I planned on it.”
    Cain slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, the stress, excitement and exhaustion of the last few days finally catching up with him. I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing with a million thoughts. Thoughts of everything I should do, and everything I shouldn’t do.
    Finally, and without hesitation, I slipped out of bed and got dressed, leaving Cain to enjoy his peaceful slumber. I climbed into my car and tapped the number into my phone. “Hi, Dylan. This is Jennifer. We need to talk…”

Chapter Fifteen
    It was eight o’clock and I had been receiving calls and texts from Cain since seven. He was upset when he woke to find me gone. I knew if I spoke to him on the phone he would see through my lie; I texted back that I had an early meeting I had forgotten about, and would catch up with him later.
    The knock at my apartment door caught me off guard, even though I was expecting it. My nerves had gotten the better of me and adrenalin was coursing through my veins, pumping my heart faster.
    I looked through the peephole, surprised that Dylan had actually showed up. “Here we go…” I whispered. I swung the door open and stood staring at Dylan, unsure of my next move, or his.
    “I’m really surprised you called me, Jennifer.” Dylan looked tidy, much tidier than the last time I had seen him. He had shaved and was wearing clean clothing. He looked much more like the confident, swaggering man I had first met.
    “Dylan, come in.” I didn’t bother giving him a fake smile; it would never have been believable. He walked in and grabbed me around the waist. I was surprised and caught my breath, I lifted my arms and let him pat me down. He reached for my breast and I smacked his hand. “You’re going too far.” I warned him. He gave me a glint of a smile but didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked around my apartment, first in my bathroom, then my office and then my bedroom.
    “ It’s just us.” I closed the door.
    Dylan walked back to the living room. I sat down and invited him to do the same. He didn’t. Instead, he stood by the window, peeping out from between the blinds.
    “What is it we need to talk about? I’m not sure why I’m trusting you, Jennifer. You certainly haven’t been very welcoming until now.” I could see the doubt and edginess on Dylan’s face.
    I sat on the couch, leaning forward. My body was open and hair pulled back so Dylan could clearly see my face. “The other night, when you were here, you warned me about Cain. What exactly should I be afraid of?”
    “What’s wrong? Are you starting to see the real Cain? The greedy, hungry, Cain? I heard the two of you pledged your undying love to one another the other night. Did he change his mind after he conquered you?”
    I could only assume that he had spoken to Ashley since last night. “I don’t know what you’ve heard, but that’s just not true. I think you’re being played, Dylan.”
    “That’s possible. My source isn’t very trustworthy at times.”
    “Your source or your partner?”
    “I certainly don’t need a partner. I’m more than capable of getting things done myself. Although I have found it useful to have people that have their own agendas unknowingly take care of things for me, from time to time.” Dylan gave a grim, sly smile and sat next to me on the couch.
    “I’m sure you can. Is that how you figured out how to break through that Pegasus software? Have someone else do it for you?”
    Dylan’s smile faded and an angry seriousness took over. “I’m a master locksmith, there’s no website or firewall that can keep me out – not if I want in.” Dylan’s stroked his fingers over my cheek and I tried not to pull away. “It didn’t take me long to break through that software and get the information I needed. I altered it and made it my own. Better.”
    “But Pegasus knew, they even called you out on it. They saw you were