6
The next morning, Bryna awoke to an empty bed. She sat up, clutching the bedsheet to her chest, and looked around the dark room.
No Jude.
She scooted off the bed and winced as she stood. Her body reminded her exactly how much physical exertion it had endured last night. She shimmied back into her dress, grabbed her shoes, and walked out into the living room.
“Jude,” she called out.
No response.
She ducked her head into the guest bedroom and the kitchen, looked into both bathrooms, and even decided to peer into the closets.
Empty.
What the f**k?
They’d had an incredible connection and an even more incredible night. Then, he had ditched her? What kind of scumbag would do that to her? Had he been playing games the whole time? Had she been a conquest?
She was not just some conquest
