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I still remembered the way my dad looked at my mom. He was the raindrop, and she was the flood. She overtook every single aspect of his life. But that was rare.
He was never in love with me. I was never in love with him. Maybe we were once, but I can’t remember a time. It was always so easy. Effortless. But I’m now wondering if love is supposed to be like that—or, at least the love that I think I want.
“There was never a question of if I wanted to be your Dom, Parker, but rather if you could handle it.” I swallow as my whole body heats at his words. “So, you’ll do it?” His nostrils flare. “Yes. Since you asked so nicely,” he murmurs. “Are you sure? I don’t mind finding someone else—” “You’re mine,” he growls.

