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Love is our greatest weakness. Nothing will royally fuck you up the way love can, and I swore I would never be such an idiot for another person.
“It’s ironic that you’re here to make me better when the things I want to do to you are the worst things I’ve ever wanted to do.”
She is the sacrificial lamb I’m hoping will please the angry God sitting next to her.
“Your body is not your power, Zara, and those men don’t see you. I see you, and maybe I shouldn’t say that because you’re with Nash, but I’m saying it anyway. You’re a tough girl, and your body is beautiful, but if you think it’s the most powerful thing you have, you’re selling yourself short.”
“What does that mean? Who am I to you?” I whisper, tears filling my eyes. Shoving my body against the wall, and pulling my face toward his, he attacks my lips with his as he answers. “You’re everything to me.”
“I fucking love you, Zara York,” I mumble into her hair. She wraps her arms around my waist, apparently more awake than I thought. “I fucking love you too, Nash Wilde.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I mumble into my coffee and he snaps his head in my direction. I wait quietly for his reaction to see if he’s going to be legit offended or find it funny, but he just bites his lip and stalks toward me slowly, pinning me against the counter. Putting his hands on either side of me on the counter, he leans his face down to my ear. “If we’re going to play that game, get it right. It’s Daddy to you.”
“Don’t let me go,” I murmur into the crook of his neck. “I won’t,” he answers, and I don’t know if he means it like I want. I never want him to let me go, never.
I stare across the car at his left hand firmly grasping the wheel, his gold band glinting in the setting sun. Why is a wedding ring on a man so fucking hot?
