in deep and he had to be careful with his words.
“I would argue your ex-husband shoulders that responsibility,” he replied.
So much for being careful with words .
“You poisoned him! You took him away from me and got him addicted and told him to cheat on me!” Helena exploded into a sad but beautiful mess. “Everything was perfect between us until you came along! You killed him! You ruined my life and I swear to fucking God, I’ll ruin yours!”
Torsten stood stunned as the distraught woman crumpled into a heap of tears. She must have held those emotions in her chest since she learned Lars got fired.
Normally, he didn’t deal with crying women, but he wanted to set things right. It wasn’t her fault she got her heart broken by a master manipulator. The urge to comfort her was almost as strong as his desire to fuck her. He didn’t even blame her for believing Lars’ lies about him. She was just another victim of his mind games.
Slowly, he knelt down next to her and placed his hands gently on her shaking shoulders. The warmth of her bare arms traveled through his fingertips and body all the way to his cock, which pressed insistently against his jeans. He hadn’t touched a woman in nearly a month but even so, no woman had an instant effect on him like this.
She lifted her head to look at him, and he wondered if she felt that same warmth in her body too. Their eyes stared into each other as if pulled in by magnets and Torsten found himself feeling uneasy. No woman had ever had this pull on him, especially one who apparently hated him more than anything else.
“Helena,” her name tasted like honey in his mouth. “I’m sure you searched my room up and down. Did you find any drugs?”
Her red-rimmed eyes burned into his defiantly. Slowly, she shook her head no.
“Did you find any hookers, dead or alive?”
She dropped her eyes from his gaze but shook her head again.
“Helena, you know he lied about a lot of things,” he said softly. “If you look at what’s in front of you, I think you’ll see the truth.”
He ran his fingertips from her shoulders down her arms to her tiny, trembling hands. To his surprise, she didn’t pull away.
“No, I knew him,” she sniffed. Her small fingers squeezed around Torsten’s, making his heart and his cock pulse with mounting pressure. “I knew him better than anyone. I knew when he lied.”
Her armor of denial was cracking, but it still held on. Torsten wrestled with the desire to tell her more, to spill every lie Lars begged him to keep because of their friendship. Hell, one look into those gorgeous green eyes and he wanted to tell her the secrets he kept from the whole world, like selling drugs for food as a child, or spending the night in jail just to have a bed.
“I know how you’re feeling. I thought I knew him well, too,” he replied. “He was like a brother to me. Little did I know, he was also a master manipulator who’d say or do anything to get what he wanted.”
Helena looked at him coldly, her face still red but her eyes completely dry.
“How do I know you’re not the same as him?”
Chapter 5
Helena
What alternate universe did I land in and how did I get here?
Searching his room had been futile. Every nook and cranny Helena inspected had zero indication of drugs, cash, or escorts. But she knew Torsten was at least somewhat intelligent and crafty. For all she knew, he was just as good of a liar as Lars, if not better. Maybe he was smart, but she could be smarter. She just couldn’t give up.
But her emotional outburst was beyond embarrassing. She wanted to sink the floor and disappear. Once the words flew out of her mouth, she couldn’t stop the raw pain from bursting out of her. She wanted to fling her pain at him like knives so he felt exactly what he made her feel. But this was Torsten. She didn’t know if he even could feel heartbroken.
She couldn’t believe her night turned out this way, sitting on