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finally met a man who sees beyond my exterior. Who sees my potential and believes in it. Who sees my heart and soul. But it’s a heart and soul he’s not interested in keeping for his own.
I could fall in love with her. I might be halfway there already.
I’ll leave Asher here to burn since the bastard loves flirting with my girl simply to rile me up. Wait. No. Definitely not my girl.
“It’s a pleasure, Iris.” Asher shakes her hand. “Yes.” She sighs dreamily. “Pleasure Iris.”
“You are a filthy fucking woman.” His voice is ragged. “But you like me like this.” “You have no clue how much.”
Any fantasy she wants as long as it’s with me. Never have I been so vocal during sex as I am with her. I can’t seem to stop myself.
He has a point with that. “That’s the only reason I’m saying yes. Otherwise, I never take orders. Especially from hot men.” “Work on that poker face, baby girl. Lying isn’t your strong suit.”
“I’m not taking you there because I feel the need to hide you.” Stop. Stop! My heart is blaring like an alarm: Warning. Danger. Crash imminent.
Those words were my utter undoing. The final thread pull in my unraveling. Because I just fell in love with Zaxton Monroe. And I’m not sure if this will turn out to be the best or worst moment of my life.
“I hope you plan to put my pussy where your mouth is.”
“You keep talking like that and you’ll never be able to get rid of me. I’ll implant my roots in you like a weed.” “That meant to scare me?” “I’m a lot to handle.” “So I’m learning. Let’s get a drink and then I’ll show you around,” he
Holding me to his chest, he grips my hips and bounces me on him, thrusting up and into me each time he slams me down.
All I know is that from here on out, I’ll never be the same. This man owns my heart, my body, and my soul. I can only hope it’s the same for him. And pray this never ends.
“His heart.” I slide my hand between us and press into his chest. “My crush has the most beautiful heart. I can’t get enough of it. He thinks it’s ugly and broken, but it’s not. One day, I can only hope to call it mine.”
“Um. No. You’re playing poker, doll.” Asher gives me an admonishing look. “Women should never serve men. It sets the wrong tone and we become complacent. I’ll order cookies. I know a place that makes these epic vegan, peanut butter things. I’ll get you one. You know, since you’re a model and likely don’t eat sugar or carbs.” I flip him off. “You’re a twat.” “But an endearing one, right?”
“Bitch, please. You’re so full of shit your eyes are brown. For real, Zax, does she know?” “Know what?” “That you might be so fucking head over heels in love with her there is no hope of recovery.”
She has rewritten me. Every piece of me that lay shattered and broken on that shower floor along with Suzie, she has rebuilt. I am hers. I. Am. Hers. Now I have to convince her.
one knee in front of the
Weren’t you dating like 2 months?
