Sweet Surrender (Sweet Jealousy, Book Two) Read Online Free PDF

relaxed and welcome, yet managed to look chic and stylish at the same time. The furniture consisted of two comfy-looking cream-colored couches with tons of throw pillows and a wicker chair that added a splash of contrast.
    The kitchen was small, but modern, with oak cabinets and gleaming cream and tan countertops. It was exactly the kind of place Addison would have chosen to live if she could afford it.
    The thought that it was hers thrilled and frightened her at the same time. She wanted this apartment. But she was afraid when she thought of the conditions that might come with it.
    The rest of the place was just as spectacular – the bathroom was big and had a window and a good-sized bathtub. There was a cute little office where her laptop was already set up on the desk.
    And in the bedroom, a new queen size bed with a shiny white headboard sat in the middle of the room. She opened the closet to find that it was walk-in. Small, but still. A walk-in closet was unheard of in Manhattan.
    Not only had all of her clothes been washed and hung neatly on the hangers, but there were new clothes there, too. Dresses and pants and skirts and shirts. She checked the tags. All in her size.
    This was insane.
    Addison didn’t know what to do.
    Her cell phone started vibrating from the living room where she’d left it, and she rushed back out.
    Tia.
    She answered it.
    “Where the hell are you?” Tia asked as soon as she picked up.
    “What do you mean?” Addison stalled.
    “I mean that you’re not here. The door to your apartment is wide open and all your stuff is gone!”
    “Oh.” Addison sat down on her new couch and smoothed her dress down over her knees. “Um, I moved.”
    “You moved?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    Addison thought about it. Ah, what the hell. Why should she lie to Tia? Tia could handle it, and besides, Tia should know about Mr. Gold if she was going to continue living there. “There was an incident with Mr. Gold. He assaulted me.”
    “He assaulted you?”
    “Yes.” Addison cleared her throat. “It was last night.”
    “Oh my God! Did you call the police?”
    “No.” She shook her head. “I didn’t.”
    “I’m coming over,” Tia said. “Where’s your new place?”
    “Oh, no,” Addison said quickly. “That’s okay. I’m fine.”
    “You don’t sound fine,” Tia said. “What’s going on?”
    “Nothing, I swear, I just… ah, I have a lot of unpacking to do.”
    “Okay.” There was a pause. “Are you coming to the party tonight?”
    The Technology in Journalism Party. She’d forgotten all about it. But how could she go now? She was supposed to wait here for Nathan. “Oh,” she said. “I don’t know.”
    “You have to come. Everyone’s going to be there.”
    “I just….I have a lot of work to do.”
    “Fine,” Tia said, sighing. “Call me if you change your mind.”
    “I will.”
    Addison hung up the phone. Suddenly, she was starving. She moved to the kitchen. There was no way that Nathan would have stocked her fridge, was there?
    Buying her clothes was one thing, but food…
    But there was food. Tons and tons of food. Fresh berries and melons, all sliced and stacked neatly in individual plastic containers. Pre-made salads. Fresh juices.
    Sandwiches on thickly-sliced multi-grain bread. All of it was organic and healthy. There wasn’t one processed thing in the refrigerator.
    Addison fixed herself some cheese and crackers and a bowl of fruit salad, then sat down at her tiny breakfast bar to eat. An assortment of magazines had been left on the counter, everything from Forbes to InStyle.
    She browsed through them until she became restless, then moved to the couch and flipped through the television channels. The time ticked by.
    Eight o’clock.
    Eight-thirty.
    Nine.
    Where was he? As the minutes went by, Addison became more and more agitated. Once again, the harsh reality of the situation began to set in. What had she been thinking? This was her engaged boss. He’d admitted he