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“Nobody hurt me.” Beckham looked at me a moment longer. “For his sake, you better be telling the truth.”
“I don’t know what you’re—” One hand gently cupped the side of my face and I shuddered, staring up at him because he didn’t let me look away, keeping my gaze. “Nyx,” his voice was a guttural whisper. “Who’s hurting you?”
“You tell all of us to come to you,” she pouted, “but who do you go to when you’re feeling sad?”
“Look at that,” he grumbled with a smirk, leaning away slightly to place kisses on my jaw. “Eight fucking months later and you’re still my girl.”
“You’re about to be disappointed, Dad,” she hummed, red eyes filled with loathing as she stared at the struggling man. “Beckham doesn’t listen to me.”
“If you ever lay a hand on my girl again, LAPD will be the least of your problems.”
Foolishly, I’d placed my dad on a pedestal. To me, he was this judge who determined my worthiness.
“Being strong doesn’t mean that asking for help or admitting that you’re in pain is weak.”
As I kissed her, I made a vow to myself to never pick up another cigarette, not when something as insignificant as that could cause a woman so much pain.
When I’d asked her what she did at school that was so tiring, she’d told me that dealing with other human beings was what distressed her.
“Married for 25 years and I’ll never get sick of that ass. Especially in that uniform,” she muttered and I couldn’t hold back my laughter this time.
Tears were pooling in my eyes and I whimpered, reaching for his shoulders. “That feel good, baby?” I nodded, unable to form any coherent words. He jolted his hips forward and my breath left me in a choked moan. “Easy, sweetheart, that’s it.”
I loved Beckham Hunt.
Just so we’re clear, your hypothesis was bullshit. You’re mine.
My hand on her jaw was a promise. She was mine as much as I was hers.
“My desire for you knows no end. I was desperate to talk to you, be around you. I was desperate to make you mine before anybody else realised that beneath that hard exterior, beneath the bitchy comments and kill-all-men attitude, beneath the scowls—there was you, bare of any armour.”
“Simple law of attraction, baby. You’re mine, I’m not leaving you. If you believe in anything, believe in that.”
I loved her with everything I was and she loved me in return. A simple affirmation was like an electromagnet. Like I’d told Nyx, what belonged to you would find you. And we’d found each other, eventually. Simple Law of Attraction.