Alien Romance: Desired By The Alien Boss: A Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Rusneon Mates Book 2) by Ashley Hunter
Authors: Ashley Hunter
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Andrea. The only difference is that he brought you in closer, he only chose not to tell you the things he told me.”
The revelation was like a knife to her stomach. Andrea felt a betrayal unlike any other.
“Where…?” She whispered.
“I told you,” Athena said, turning back to look out the window and toward the sky.
“He’s gone home.”
Chapter 11
Six weeks later, Andrea was still receiving paychecks from her work despite not having shown up once again.
A letter from Athena explained that Dom had left behind his estate and money in her charge and that she would continue to take care of the company in his stead, one of the last things he wanted was for Andrea to continue receiving money as a way to make sure she didn’t have to rely on anyone else.
Andrea had thrown the letter away and merely tossed each check home to collect dust on the other side of her mail. She began to search for another job, not caring that she hadn’t filed for a two weeks’ notice, but considering the circumstance, she doubted it would show up in any future interviews.
For days, Andrea had hoped that Dom would return, that he would appear at her doorstep or message one of her countless texts about his whereabouts and that it was all just one sick, sad, joke.
Instead, time passed and her messages kept receiving failure notifications and eventually, after three weeks, Andrea stopped sending them.
She had remained in her apartment for a long time, remaining in bed and watching reruns of old TV programs, half-heartedly playing with Linus and ignoring the cat’s worried meows with an occasional pat on the head and secure check that he was still eating and going outside.
Stephanie had arrived for a few days, visiting and making sure Andrea was at least making an effort to go outside and get back in the dating pool. But it was awfully shallow expecting Andrea to go looking for someone else when she had already believed she had found exactly who she needed to be with.
Eventually, Stephanie had to go back to work and she had pressed a reassuring kiss to her best friend’s forehead. Her words didn’t really make it home, but Andrea was grateful for her friend’s concern.
Eventually, she was left to sit in her apartment and cry, or just stare into the computer screen of her laptop or glare at the history of messages between her and Dom.
Six weeks turned to eight. Eight weeks turned to three months. Fall came and went and winter eventually invaded and pressed its frigid fingers deep beneath doors and to sting between toes.
Andrea managed to find a job as barista in a coffee shop, and she paid off her bills with her own money, the pile of uncashed checks from the Dom’s company growing in size.
She never threw them away though, not because it was money, but because in some way, it was nice to see that there was evidence of that one reality where everything had been perfect for a little while and that it wasn’t just a dream.
It was all terribly depressing.
Christmas was coming along when one day, in the middle of the snow and staring up into the stars with a vacant expression, that Andrea heard a chirp from her phone.
Bringing it out from her pocket, Andrea expected it to be from Stephanie, yet everything came to a halting stop when she saw that it wasn’t from Stephanie… but from Dom.
If you had a chance to travel the stars… would you take it?
Andrea’s thumbs jumped toward the screen, prepared to write out a message. Instead, nothing came out and the letters teasing her within the gadget began to burn into her eyes and make her feel as though her heart hadn’t just jumped into her throat and was pounding blood through her system.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.
Who is this?
A moment later, there was another chirp and a new message appeared beneath hers.
Would you come travel the stars with me?
Something in her snapped, and suddenly the tears that she had been hoping would come—tears of
The revelation was like a knife to her stomach. Andrea felt a betrayal unlike any other.
“Where…?” She whispered.
“I told you,” Athena said, turning back to look out the window and toward the sky.
“He’s gone home.”
Chapter 11
Six weeks later, Andrea was still receiving paychecks from her work despite not having shown up once again.
A letter from Athena explained that Dom had left behind his estate and money in her charge and that she would continue to take care of the company in his stead, one of the last things he wanted was for Andrea to continue receiving money as a way to make sure she didn’t have to rely on anyone else.
Andrea had thrown the letter away and merely tossed each check home to collect dust on the other side of her mail. She began to search for another job, not caring that she hadn’t filed for a two weeks’ notice, but considering the circumstance, she doubted it would show up in any future interviews.
For days, Andrea had hoped that Dom would return, that he would appear at her doorstep or message one of her countless texts about his whereabouts and that it was all just one sick, sad, joke.
Instead, time passed and her messages kept receiving failure notifications and eventually, after three weeks, Andrea stopped sending them.
She had remained in her apartment for a long time, remaining in bed and watching reruns of old TV programs, half-heartedly playing with Linus and ignoring the cat’s worried meows with an occasional pat on the head and secure check that he was still eating and going outside.
Stephanie had arrived for a few days, visiting and making sure Andrea was at least making an effort to go outside and get back in the dating pool. But it was awfully shallow expecting Andrea to go looking for someone else when she had already believed she had found exactly who she needed to be with.
Eventually, Stephanie had to go back to work and she had pressed a reassuring kiss to her best friend’s forehead. Her words didn’t really make it home, but Andrea was grateful for her friend’s concern.
Eventually, she was left to sit in her apartment and cry, or just stare into the computer screen of her laptop or glare at the history of messages between her and Dom.
Six weeks turned to eight. Eight weeks turned to three months. Fall came and went and winter eventually invaded and pressed its frigid fingers deep beneath doors and to sting between toes.
Andrea managed to find a job as barista in a coffee shop, and she paid off her bills with her own money, the pile of uncashed checks from the Dom’s company growing in size.
She never threw them away though, not because it was money, but because in some way, it was nice to see that there was evidence of that one reality where everything had been perfect for a little while and that it wasn’t just a dream.
It was all terribly depressing.
Christmas was coming along when one day, in the middle of the snow and staring up into the stars with a vacant expression, that Andrea heard a chirp from her phone.
Bringing it out from her pocket, Andrea expected it to be from Stephanie, yet everything came to a halting stop when she saw that it wasn’t from Stephanie… but from Dom.
If you had a chance to travel the stars… would you take it?
Andrea’s thumbs jumped toward the screen, prepared to write out a message. Instead, nothing came out and the letters teasing her within the gadget began to burn into her eyes and make her feel as though her heart hadn’t just jumped into her throat and was pounding blood through her system.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.
Who is this?
A moment later, there was another chirp and a new message appeared beneath hers.
Would you come travel the stars with me?
Something in her snapped, and suddenly the tears that she had been hoping would come—tears of
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