Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I don’t have to be with you to spend time with my daughter. I think I’ve proven that over this past month. And I think you’re forgetting that I came back here for you before I even knew about Gigi. I came that morning for you. And, even if there was no Gigi, I would still be here, fighting for you.”
“Until you’re not.”
“I’m not going anywhere! How many times do I have to say this until it sinks in with you? I’m doing everything I can to prove it. I’ve postponed my fight. I’m renting this place. I’m with you and Gigi every day. I don’t know what the hell else I can do to show you that I’m sorry. That I love you.”
He’s breathing heavily, his eyes frustrated and desperate.
I stare at him, feeling everything and knowing nothing. “I don’t know,” I whisper, my eyes starting to water under the pressure of my own warring emotions. “I don’t know what will fix it.” I sigh, my eyes going to the door. “I should go.”
“No.” He catches my chin in his hand, turning my eyes to his. “You’re gonna stay here, and we’re going to figure this out together because I want you, Dove. And I will do anything to make that happen. There’s no room for error when it comes to you. I have to get this right with you because I don’t want to raise my daughter alongside you while watching another man take you to his bed.”
“Zeus…”
“You’re mine, Dove. You always have been. You always will be.”
“But that’s just it. I’m not yours! You saw to that when you left me!”
“Cam…you have to start forgiving me, or this will never work.”
“Maybe I don’t want it to work between us. You ever think of that?” I fold my arms over my chest.
“Stop lying to yourself, Cam. The sooner you admit that you still love me, the sooner we can stop messing around and be together.”
“Fuck you!” I toss the words at him and make a grab for the door handle.
But he’s quicker.
The next thing I know, my back is against the door, my arms pinned over my head.
“Oh no, you don’t. You’re not walking away from this, Cam. I told you before. We need to work this out once and for all. I’ve pussyfooted around you for long enough. Now, we work it out. What will it take for you to trust me again?”
“I’ll never trust you again. Now, let me go,” I grit out.
“You can. And you will. Because you still love me.”
I let out a bitter laugh. “So sure of yourself.”
“No, Dove. I’m sure of you. I know you better than you know yourself.”
“Go to hell.”
“Already been there for the last five years. Not looking to go back. Now, tell me you love me, Dove.”
“I hate you,” I seethe. Hate him and me and everything us in this moment.
“Now, we’re getting somewhere.”
“Are you insane? I just told you I hate you, and you think that’s us getting somewhere?”
“Hate is the closest emotion to love. There’s a fine line between the two. So, the fact that you say you hate me tells me that your feelings for me are still in there.”
“You’re wrong.”
He’s right.
“So, tell me that you don’t love me anymore and mean it, Dove. You do that, and I’ll never bother you again. I’ll be there for Gigi. But I’ll leave you alone, so you can get on with your life.”
I part my lips to speak.
Say it, Cam. Just say the words, and he’ll leave you alone.
“I…”
Why can’t I say it?
Because you still love him, you idiot. You’ve always loved him.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Frustration pricking at them.
“I…can’t,” I whisper, defeated.
“That’s what I thought,” he says low.
The next thing I know, his mouth is covering mine, and for the second time in two days, Zeus is kissing me.
We’re hands and lips, tongues and teeth. Heated, crazy, out-of-control lust.
And zero common sense.
Well, me at least.
A voice in the back of my head is yelling that this is a bad idea.
I hit the mute button on that and just focus on touch and taste and need.
Zeus’s touch.
His taste.
And my need for him.
It’s raging. Wild. Burning like an inferno.
We crash into the wall.
He pushes my skirt up around my hips.
I wrap my leg around his, pressing myself against him, needing to be touching every single part of him.
Just…needing him. Right. Fucking. Now.
He growls and grabs hold of my ass, lifting me.
I wrap my legs around his waist.
His tongue plunders my mouth. I match him stroke for stroke.
My fingers wind in his hair and yank.
He chuckles a dark sound against my lips. It’s so familiar to me, I could weep.
“You want me to fuck you, Dove?”
I stare at him through heavily lidded eyes. “What do you think?”
He puts his mouth to my ear. Lips grazing my skin. “I think you want me to fuck you against this wall. Hard and deep.”