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Delilah Duke Guzman. Oh-ho-ho. No, she did not.
Delilah Duke Guzman. I shake my head and smile again. I can’t remember the last
time I genuinely smiled. Delilah Duke Guzman. If she wants, she can keep the first name. I’ll probably never call her that, so it won’t matter. Duke is permanent. I need to get the James back in there.
“God, no.” I scowl. “I hate lawyers.”
“Put your lips on her and I’ll make you swallow your fucking teeth.”
Lachlan James Duke is here. Here. And he’s looking at me like he wants to murder me.
slams his mouth on mine.
“Holy shit. You’re the guy.” “Yeah.” Lach doesn’t take his gaze off me. “I’m the guy.”
“I wasn’t the one who left!” He roars.
“The life I wanted?” A harsh laugh flows out of my lips.
But deep down, Lyla James is an angry little concoction stewed by a witch in a cauldron that’s waiting to tip over.
I haven’t even been around her for a full day, and this is already fucking me up more than I care to admit.
swear she conditioned my body to react this way. Her raspy voice in the morning? Instant hard-on. Her bitchy attitude? Instant hard-on. The way she smiles at me? Instant hard-on.
“She’s not happy. She’s just gotten very good at pretending.”
“There’s only ever been one choice,” he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against my hand.
“And three, she’s taken,” Lach says behind me.
“Why did you do that?” I ask quietly, to gauge his response. “To remind you.”
“I know I’m a complete stranger, and I probably shouldn’t be saying this,” he says. “But that girl is so fucking in love with you that none of the men in this city ever stood a chance.”
I know gems when I see them, and this fucking girl has a heart of gold. Black gold, if that’s a thing, but gold nonetheless.
The woman I love, who I’d give anything to have — who I gave up everything to find — is finally next to me, and she might as well be on another planet, with how far she feels.
“I’m so sorry, Lyla James. I don’t even know what to apologize for first, but I’m sorry for all of it,” I say against her neck. “Please don’t stop caring.”
DELILAH-WHATEVERTHEFUCK YOU WANT TO CALL ME
lol
This is him when he loved me, even though neither of us spoke the words aloud.
“Come on, Lyla James,” he rasps out, taking my bottom lip into his mouth. “I want everything. Give me everything.”
“Tell me who you fucking belong to.” “You, damn it. Always you. I’ve always been yours,”
“I didn’t think you’d believe me.” I bite my lip to keep from crying. “I didn’t think anyone would.”
“You could never be my nightmare, Lachlan Duke.” I stand straight and wait until he’s fully paying attention. “I love you more than I hate anything.”
I don’t know how women survive in this world, let alone thrive, shouldering all of their burdens and everyone else’s.
“What I think is crazy is that you’re so fucking hot and popular, and you’re this much of a stalker.”
“You can shut out the entire world, Lyla James.” He kisses my lips hard, making my heart skip a beat. “But never me.”
I’m ripping it off, the moment we leave this place.
Her dad wipes his face. Prescott wipes his face. These fuckers are going to make me cry.
GET READY “DADDY” DUKE! WE’RE HAVING A BABY!
She’s holding ultrasound pictures in one hand and the sign in the other.
"Do you want to finish that email?" I ask, pulling back. "Where will you be?" he rasps, eyes hooded. "On my knees." He groans, throwing his head back.
