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ONE
He was there. She could feel him. Bethany ran from him enough times to trust her instincts about her ex, and her instincts were screaming that he was there. She dug her phone from the front pocket of the ostentatious Chanel Alistair bought her before setting the bag down on the console table in his massive foyer. It was dark and she hadn’t listened to Alistair when he told her to leave a light on inside. He was out of town filming Hues of Black and Blue in Seattle for the next two weeks before he got a break and came home to LA. Now she was regretting every second she spent talking him into taking the part opposite his ex-fiancé Heather Winston. He’d be home right now if she hadn’t opened her big mouth. The security display on the box on the wall was blinking. Had the police been contacted? She should turn and run, but knew he’d only make her regret it if he caught up to her. He always caught up to her. Her phone rang. Master and Servant. Her ex’s ringtone. It echoed through the big, open space. She tapped the green button on her screen to answer, but didn’t say anything. “Bethy…” Her ex’s sing-song nickname for her. “Bethy, baby, I came to take you home.” She jabbed the end call button and willed herself not to panic. There had to be a way out of this. “You’re supposed to say, yes