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)
His expression is incredulous. “Do you hear yourself right now?”
“Loud and clear.” I frown.
“Then, you know that you’re talking complete horseshit.”
“Fuck you!” I bite.
“Already have, and I intend on doing it again and again and again—”
“God!” I yell. “I hate you so much!”
“We’ve already established that as well. Right before you told me to put my cock inside you. See where I’m going with this, Dove?”
“Argh!” I scream.
Years and years’ worth of pent-up rage floods my veins, making me see red. I shove both my hands hard against his chest, but the bastard doesn’t move an inch.
“I don’t want you!”
“Stop lying,” he fires back.
“Stop telling me what I think and feel!” I scream at him.
“I’ll stop when you stop fucking lying to yourself!” he roars.
Then, it’s silent. Only the fading sounds of our fury-filled words are left.
Both of our chests are heaving from the physical and emotional exertion of the ire we feel toward each other.
Then, he whispers my name, and it awakens me to the gravity of our situation.
“I have to go.” I turn away from him and press down on the handle.
He stops me with his hand on the door. “Don’t go.” His voice is soft, filled with the sweetest agony.
I feel his firm chest pressing gently against my back. His racing heart is pounding through his chest, trying to reach me. His warm breath is blowing through my hair.
“Stay. Please,” he whispers.
I want to.
It would be so easy to fall into him again.
But I can’t.
So, I close my eyes and let myself feel the pain I endured when he left me. How broken I was. How he broke me.
And then I think about how much I love my daughter.
And that’s enough to help me steel myself against him.
I seal my heart off, open my eyes, and look back to him. “I have to go. Gigi is waiting for me.”
His throat moves on a swallow. Indecision fills his eyes.
Then, he moves his hand away from the door and steps back, giving me the space to leave.
I exhale, pull open the door, and step outside.
The freshness of the air hitting my face does nothing to clear my head.
“Cam…”
I stop, but I don’t turn around. If I do, I’ll crumble.
I hear him move closer.
Feel the warmth of him when he’s near.
My heart starts to feel…to ache.
I shut my eyes again, desperately fighting against my feelings.
“Cam…” he says again, his voice deep and thick with emotion. “Just because I’m letting you go…doesn’t mean I’m letting you go.”
The understanding of his words whispers through me, heading straight for my weakening heart, repairing and breaking it, all at the same time.
“I fucking love you. I’ve loved you since I was seventeen years old and saw you standing at the fair, looking like the answer to a question I didn’t know I’d asked. I knew it then, and I still know it now. There is no one else for me. I’m yours. And you sure as hell are mine. We’re meant to be together. And the more you fight me on this, the more I’ll fight back—and twice as hard. And I’ll fight dirty if I have to. For as long as necessary. I’m here and ready to do this to get you back with me—where you belong. I’ve never lost a fight, Dove. And I don’t intend on losing this one. You’re far too fucking important to me for that to happen.”
I pull in a shuddering breath. My heart hammering in my chest. Thoughts and feelings pulling me in two very different directions.
I don’t say anything. I can’t say anything.
I mean, what can I say to that?
So, I do the only thing I can right now. I take a step forward, away from him, and then another and another. And I keep moving until I’m inside my car and driving away from him.
But, deep down, I know it doesn’t matter how much distance I put between myself and Zeus because I’ve always been weak when it comes to him.
Even now, I can hear his words in my head, smell his scent on my skin…feel his body against mine.
And I crave these things. Like an addict.
Maybe I have more of my mother inside me than I realized.
Knowing that and knowing Zeus and how he is when he wants something, it means I’m screwed.
Because me against him…it’s like a gazelle going up against a lion.
I won’t survive.
I know it. And he knows it.
So, there’s only one thing I can do.
Avoid him like the plague.
Avoiding someone when you have a kid together is as difficult as you think it would be.
It’s been a week since The Mistake, as I’m referring to it.
Saying I had sex—amazing, soul-searing, body-shivering sex—with Zeus has me saying stupid shit like that and making me want to turn up at his place and do it all over again.