Chapter 48

Dexter flicked off some ash, took another drag from his cigarette, and slowly exhaled, watching the smoke swirl upwards. His gaze lingered on the bigger smoke ring before he asked, "What if I don't love my fiancée?" "Then that gives me even more reason to keep you away," Bellamy replied coldly, steadily stepping backward. "A man doesn't love his dead fiancée, yet the moment he meets a woman who looks like her, he suddenly wants to get close to her..." She gave a dry chuckle, "Just thinking about that is messed up." By the time she finished speaking, she had already backed up to her front door. Before Dexter could make a move, she slipped inside and locked him out. Left standing in front of the tightly shut door, Dexter cracked a laugh. The cigarette between his fingers had long since burned to the end, and he hadn't even noticed. ***** Being alone again ended up dragging Bellamy back into her habit of skipping breakfast. But maybe it was just a reflex-she didn't eat, but the moment bre