Table of Contents
Title Page
Dedications & Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Thank You
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A Reservation for One
By
LaShawn Vasser
A Reservation for One © 2017 LaShawn Vasser
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WARNING
This novel is considered romantic fiction with erotic elements or erotica. This is for mature audiences only. This book contains adult profane language, mild violence, and strong sexual content.
Dedications & Acknowledgments
There are so many individuals who have helped me along the way, and I would like to thank my BETAS and ARC TEAM from the bottom of my heart for your patience, encouragement, and advice. JB Logic you have been with me from the beginning. I can never say ‘you’re amazing’ enough. My Fabulous Readers, you guys are the best AND continue to inspire me on this journey – Thank you. Lastly, I’d like to send a special thanks to my Mr. for loving me so deeply and giving me such great inspiration (I said this the last book but thought it needed repeating). You’ve always told me I could fly, and I believed you. You hold me down always, and I can never thank you enough.
Chapter 1
Tick . . . tick . . . tick.
The sound of the clock sitting on the nightstand was loud. The noise bounced off the walls and filled the entire room. Its steady beat was overwhelming. Haven had to squeeze her eyes shut in an effort to block it out.
She’d been home for hours—alone.
That monotonous ticking sound was always the worst this time of night—or day. Running a close second were the digital numbers staring into the darkness, mocking her. They only seemed to pulse and get larger as the time dragged on endlessly.
2:03 a.m.
Haven didn’t think she could shed any more tears since they’d been falling down her face for the past couple of hours.
She turned onto her side, resting her head on her arm while longingly running the other hand over the empty space of the bed. Haven caressed the pillow where his head should have been. Unsurprisingly, it was cold to the touch.
Dylan should have been there.
Haven leaned over to breathe in the spicy scent that was uniquely his. Emotionally spent, she absently expressed her feelings into the darkness.
“How did we get here?”
No sooner were the words spoke, did the front door of their apartment open. Haven hated to admit it, but she was glad he was safe and home at last. Then, anger filled every part of her body. The weight of their relationship was so heavy. Haven thought it might crush her. Where the hell had he been?
Dylan didn’t turn on any lights as she listened to him maneuver around in the darkness. Their apartment was so small Haven knew exactly where he was, especially, when she heard the jingling of his keys and the sound of him dropping his cell phone onto the kitchen counter.
He attempted to walk into the bedroom without making a sound. As soon as Dylan crossed the threshold, Haven sat up and flipped the switch on to the lamp sitting next to the bed.
At first, Dylan didn’t speak. He pretended her eyes weren’t watching his every move before finally whispering. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He wouldn’t look at her.
Haven pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “I wasn’t asleep.”
“You should be.”
“I couldn’t sleep because you weren’t home, so there is that.” She was irritated and couldn’t hide it. “I was worried.”
Dylan still seemed to find it hard to make eye contact as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. “I told you that me and a few of the guys were going out for drinks after work.”
“Yeah, you did, but that was around two this afternoon. It’s after two in the morning!” Haven was more than a little skeptical. “I left you a message. Did you check your phone?”
“What’s with the third degree? I’m sorry, I don’t recall your name being on my birth certificate.” Instead of answering the actual question, he walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen.
She was getting angrier by the second. Haven scrambled out of bed and followed behind him. “You don’t think it’s disrespectful to come into our home, on a work night, at two a.m.?”
Dylan snatched open the refrigerator looking for something cold to drink. “We were in a bar, Haven. I was with the guys and lost track of time, damn. You’re being ridiculous. But, if you need an excuse, I didn’t hear my phone ring because I was in a loud ass bar!” He slammed the door shut. “So, no. I didn’t get your message until after I pulled up into the garage. I figured I was home. It didn’t make sense to call you.”
His
