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Melt? They have no idea. I’m about to start a tidal wave. I’m going to start a riot.
I dont know why but I will say.
As you should.
My clothes are too tight, and my skin is too hot. I feel it all and nothing. I am alive but not living.
I don’t even know why I’m here other than it was better than being alone at home, trying to pretend everything is fine.
if you tell me you’re really happy in your marriage, then I’ll back off. I’ll wait,”
don’t do love.” “Then I’ll love enough for both of us.” He shrugs casually, like talking about loving me, a married stranger, is totally normal.
I’ve fought tooth and nail to get where I am just to be near her. I’ve been obsessed and in love with her for years.
When he tried to sell stories about her to make a quick buck since he’s broke, I blocked them. I also… spoke to him, and he disappeared from her world, leaving her without the constant reminder of betrayal.
I’m planning to secure the house right next to Fallon’s. The present inhabitants just need a little helping hand in vacating . . . and selling.
Fallon’s eyes are on me, and she’s so fucking beautiful, it hurts. All the attention was on me, and I was watching her. How could I not? She’s fucking perfection. She’s my obsession.
“You are just so cold and—” I turn my frosty gaze on him for a moment. “I said okay.” When he just stares at me, I sigh in annoyance. “You can go now.”
I can’t seem to breathe without you. I have been yours since the very first moment I met you. You own me, and I’m tired of staying away, so I’m not anymore.
“I want your body, I won’t lie, but I want your heart even more. I want your life, your soul . . . I want every inch of you I can get.”
I stand at her back where I belong, letting her shine, and shine she does, bigger than any star. That’s my girl.
“I lose,” I snarl as I grab her perfectly coiled hair and pull her to me, crushing my lips to hers.
“Ex-husband. A nobody, right? The only thing interesting about you was Fallon, and now she’s gone and you’re a nobody.
I am something, and Fallon? Fallon is everything. She is the reason I’m here. She’s the reason I am who I am.
His fist is caught midair by a hand with black-tipped nails—a familiar hand, one I have to hold. She steps into my view, thrusting him away so he hits the wall, and the look of cold hatred she aims at him makes me rock hard.
This is the Fallon I’ve always known and fell in love with. She is the one who saved me all those years ago. This is where my obsession started.
Don’t turn your attention away from me. Good or bad, I want it. Direct all that ire and all that fucking anger at me. I’ll eat it all up.
In order to do that, I have to keep pushing. Shove me away all you want, I’m not going anywhere,” I promise as I lift our joined hands and kiss hers. “You are stuck with me, Fallon, like it or not.”
“I refuse to be one of your fuck boys you spend one night with and toss aside, and that’s what you’re trying to do.
The truth is, sweetheart, there is no getting me out of your system, so even though I would give anything to spend just one moment in your bed, not tonight. This is different, Fallon. We are different.
A woman isn’t defined by the cock she is or isn’t using. I’m a complex, intelligent musician, and I deserve to be treated with the same respect you give your male guests.”
“I apologize if I upset you, Fallon—” “No, apologize properly,”
“Kage, it’s so good to hear from you—” “Fire Henry,” I order without a greeting.
“Just say thank you.” She waits, and I smirk. “Say thank you, Kage.” “Thank you.” Every word is pulled from her,
“You’re welcome. Dinner tonight?” “No.” She hangs up, but I’m grinning.
“Are you stalking me?” “Absolutely, glad you finally noticed.”
“Aren’t you supposed to act all cool and distant?” I mutter, raising an eyebrow as he leans back, grinning. He’s so fucking adorable that I swallow when his dimples appear.
He bought the hotel. He fired her. He bought the hotel just to fire the woman who was rude to me. Who the fuck does that? Kage does.
“Keep watching me like that and I’ll kick you out,” I snap. “I’ll sleep outside the door.”
“What if it isn’t?” “Then we’ll have to change that,” I tell her. Her sadness tells me that she doesn’t think she deserves anything outside of being a singer.
I’ll make her fall back in love with living, then she’ll live so hard they won’t be able to catch her ever again.
The couch is too narrow and short, but I’d sleep on glass to be this close to her.
“Why the hell am I stuck with you?” “Just lucky I guess.”
Hocus pocus
“Where are we going?” she asks, her arms crossed as she sits in the seat next to me. It’s clear my love doesn’t like surprises, but tough shit.
“The ones that half the world owns? They don’t compare at all.” Fuck, right then and there, my heart melts.
The more we walk, the more it becomes clear her bag is annoying her, hitting her side with every step, so I grab it, and without skipping a beat, I slide the strap over my other arm.
Call it delusional, but Fallon is totally falling for my charm.
vow I’ll make sure she gets to do it as often as she wants.
If I can learn, then I can help her, and it’s something we can do together.
He buys me flowers, remembering how many times he has met me. He dresses to match me without a word. He’s crude, obnoxious, demanding, and definitely unhealthy, but there’s something about him . . .
Kage isn’t what I was expecting. On the outside, he looked dark and dangerous, but he’s a softie on the inside.
He’s almost . . . cute. If, you know, he wasn’t stalking me everywhere, but why does the thought make me smile?
“I kissed you to get you to smile, but I’m thinking if I don’t kiss you again, I might just die.”
It’s terrifying because I know once he sees the real me, he won’t want me anymore. Nobody does.
“She’s just so beautiful. Seriously, it isn’t even fair. They look so good together. I definitely ship them.” “Nah, she’s way too good for him.”
He smiles softly. “I was. We grew up poor. Happy, but poor.” “I grew up rich and unhappy. What a pair we make,” I murmur.
“I thought your name too many times, and like a bad omen, you appeared,” I mutter to myself. “You thought about me?” His grin grows. “Nightmares,” I retort. “It counts.” He shrugs
Are you scared of me?” he asks, his hands sliding over my body. “No,” I admit. “Not even a little.” He kisses me softly. “Good girl. I’d rip out my own heart before I would ever hurt you.”
