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“Baby, I’m going to bust a wad if you don’t stop right now. I’m already so close.”
Her panties were gone. So was my self-control.
She didn’t even wince. Just melted against me, skin-to-skin, as I buried myself so deep that every inch of me melted inside her.
“Thank you, but I’m trying not to get a heart attack here.”
“It’s heaven. Perfect.”
When I thrust in and out of her, I started seeing stars. The pleasure was too much to take, the edge of a climax so intense, I forgot how to breathe.
It filled me with pride—and also relief, since I was pretty sure I couldn’t hold back the cum fest coming her way.
“I’m not leaving you without clothes and with blood between your legs.”
“I love you.” I kissed her. “I’ll see you in a few weeks.”
I didn’t know it back then, but I lied.
Prior to the dinner, Oliver would not let me out of his sight. I’d practically spent each minute climbing the walls of the perfect, lush mansion that didn’t feel like my own.
He made me do puzzles, play Sudoku, drink health shakes every few hours, and accompanied me on long walks along the lake, citing fresh air was “good for the soul.”
“I should be home in no more than a couple hours. Be good, Cuddlebug.”
“I adore you,” he whispered.
Maybe I’d miscalculated. Perhaps my fiancé did have a hoarding problem.
Rows of equipment stretched before me. A bench press, Smith machine, and an extensive dumbbell rack, but also parallel bars, a treatment table, and mobility sticks. Physical therapy equipment. Was someone healing here?
In the corner, glass doors covered an industrial fridge, giving me a direct view of the shelves inside. Colorful fruit, veggies, meats, and cheeses.
But one thing was crystal clear—nothing made you feel as lonely as knowing you’re hurt and realizing no one’s coming to help you. The hardest battles are fought in silence, with no one to see the scars.
It will be a cold day in hell when Oliver von Bismarck walks down an aisle that doesn’t belong in a Walgreens to buy some more lube.
“Okay, now that’s pure genius. You can’t hold a taco and drive. It isn’t safe.”
“Girlie wanted a snack, and she practiced self-care.”
“Point is, Ollie needs to be reminded that you are your own person. He can’t lock you in that place like a fairytale princess.”
It was time to find out who I was outside the confinements of my relationship. And Dallas Costa was just the person to help me.
At least, I remembered everything about college. Which meant I also remembered I was definitely not with Ollie during college. We hadn’t even stayed in touch.
I smiled politely at him. He jabbed a finger in my face. “You’re that bitch.” My smiled dropped.
@RomeoCosta, tell your wife to answer my calls before I burn down your fucking fridge.
She is fine. In one piece. Why the fuck is your heart hammering out of its chest?
Already, they did not agree with my unilateral decision to drain the giant pond they considered to be the focal point of our golf course.
I had to, however, on account of the fact that MY FIANCÉE ALMOST LOST HER LIFE IN IT.
Fake fiancée, you delusiona...
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Translation: She deserves to remember you are a piece of toxic, flaming shit.
The second she regained her memories, she’d be gone. And I wouldn’t be able to chase her. Not without breaking my promise to Seb.
And why, exactly, would you chase her, asshat? She’s not yours. In fact, she hates your fucking guts.
I had no right to be upset, considering what I’d put this woman through.
Never had a relationship spanning more than two hours, let alone two to three years.
“I did. I called all of you as soon as I found out you were here. None of you picked up.”
“That’s ridiculous.” I glowered at her. “I’m not in lo…it’s complicated. We’ve known each other since we were in diapers. I’m worried about her, okay?”
“You were programmed as an old-fashioned asshole. I didn’t think you had the features.”
“You shouldn’t have taken her off my property, let alone to another state. Do you understand how delicate she is? This is not a fucking game. What if she needed me?”
“It seems like she needed you a lot throughout her life, and you weren’t there.” Fae squinted at me, shoving her phone into her pocket. “Don’t pretend to suddenly care.”
Now that she was in front of me—dazzling, and beautiful, and lovable to a fucking fault—it would take amnesia on my part to rip me away.
“This is the last time you two take Briar anywhere without my permission. I had to unseat an entire fucking board meeting to be here.”
“Pull this crap with Briar one more time, and I will make everyone’s lives on Dark Prince Road a living hell. You do not cross me when it comes to this woman. You do not put her at risk. You do not make stupid, reckless decisions. She is my ward. My responsibility. Mine to protect.” I glanced between them. “Am I clear?”
“I’m going to retrieve my fiancée and get the fuck out of here.”
“Cuddlebug, that’s gluten-free flour. I take it everywhere I go because restaurants are shit about celiacs.”
He loosened a couple of green gel pills from his pocket and passed them to me with some water.
“Shut up, Ollie. I’m still mad at you.” “Fair enough.” He shrugged,
“Just to be clear…are you mad at me because I showed up at your little girls tour or because we own a private jet?”
in an enough-red-flags-to-be-mistaken-for-a-carnival kind of way.
He swallowed hard, his voice taking a sharp edge. “You need to stop doing this.”
