Separation (The Kane Trilogy, #2)

by Stylo Fantome

Tate's presence calmed him.

Tate not only tolerated those things, she adored them.

Yin and yang. Puzzles pieces. All that shit. They just fit.

Jameson hadn't, however, counted on wanting her so bad that no one else even ...

For the first time ever in his life, he could almost picture

I'm sorry, Tate. For everything. More than words can express.

Jameson's entire universe, at that moment, was her.

This is most definitely not a game anymore. This woman ... she owns me.

Maybe it was time for her to start believing him.

“Whatever you want, Tatum. I'll do whatever you want.”

Houston, we're so far beyond having a problem that we're just completely fucked.

And if you ever hit her again, I will be the one who hits back. She is here to stay, she is part of my life. You are not. Get used to it.”

He would most definitely fight over her.

It occurred to Jameson that maybe, just maybe, he was done playing games.

Several pearl necklaces were carefully laid out on the glossy, wooden desk top.

“I told you that you needed real pearls,” he said, turning her away from him and clasping the strand of pearls around her neck.

“I don't 'need' real pearls, Jameson.” “No. But you deserve them.”

“I wanted to buy it to show you I remembered. To show you I do care,” he hissed.

“It was only ever you,”

“Two weeks ago, four months ago, seven years ago. This whole time. Always you.”

“I'm not playing with you. No more games.”