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August 8 - August 8, 2025
Gemma Charles
“Your outfit screams accidentally sexy librarian, but those shoes belong on a dominatrix.”
His vindictiveness has left me such an oversexed mess that I can barely walk a straight line, and I can’t walk one anyway, thanks to the lobby now stuffed full of women in purple hats.
“Oh my God. Is that what I think it is?”
“Don’t get too flattered,”
“There are a lot of women in here. It could be for any of them.”
“Mommy issues. I should have known.”
“Don’t judge. My mother is a very attractive woman.”
Ben Tate,
“Gemma, I’m doing exactly what I’ve wanted to do for two fucking years.”
I’m happy for the first time in six years because of you.
If he’d ripped my heart out of my chest, I doubt it could hurt more than this moment does.
Machiavellian
He made me believe I was being paranoid, thinking the worst of him. That I was damaged—and maybe I am damaged, but if so, then he just made it a thousand times worse.
Six fucking years. And my life hasn’t changed a bit.
The sight of him breaks my heart all over again. I loved him so much. I still love him even now, despite what he did. But I’m not the same person I was before—he made sure of that.
The photo is of him, his younger brothers…and Walter, my client.
“Why is Walter in a photo with your family?”
“Because he’s my ste...
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“Bullshit. Why would…wh...
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He steps toward me slowly, as if I’m a small animal he might frighten off. I’m scared to believe him, but if this is all true…then everything he did, he did for me. I think of the night we spoke about my mom—him saying, “you want to burn the world to ash just to make sure her path is clear.”
“What the hell is in there that you’re so worried about? Is it, like, a doll collection? A bunch of mannequins posed on the couch in sexy lingerie?” He laughs. “That would be slightly less embarrassing than the truth. You’ll just have to see for yourself.”
I don’t mention that I’ve driven by it a few thousand times—he’s seen enough of my psychotic side for one week.
“That’s so creepy. It’s so much worse than I thought.”
He rests his hands on my hips. “I have waited for you, Gemma Charles, for two years. Every day of two fucking years. You don’t really think I’m letting you go after all that?”
“Are you crying?”
“This was both the nicest and the cruelest thing anyone’s done to me in a long time.”
And then he takes her away somewhere like Santa Barbara and proposes because they’re too busy to go to Iceland.”
“No one gets fingered in a Hallmark movie.”
Because something real is no longer terrifying. And I can’t wait to say “yes” to Ben Tate.
