Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
This makes her cry even more.
With a heavy sigh, I leave to pick up all her scattered clothes, using her T-shirt to swipe off the leftover cum on my stomach. The last thing Kaden needs to see is his aunt’s clothes all over the foyer. I then toss all her clothes in the laundry room before snagging my shirt up from the floor. After stalling long enough and realizing she’s not going to come after me or let me in, I leave to go get the kid.
This thing with Sloane is complicated and messy.
And worth every second, even the miserable ones.
Sloane
What’s wrong with me?
I treated him like he was a monster, even though for a short while when we were having sex, it was one of the best moments I’ve ever experienced.
Being with him felt right and good.
I’ve surely ruined it now.
I took a quick shower like he suggested and dressed at record speed. I’d heard voices when he and Kaden returned, but I was too chicken to speak to him. He tried to talk to me again through the door, but after me not answering, he finally left.
How did he get home?
Did Gemma follow him with their car?
I clutch my phone, desperately wanting to text him to make sure he made it home okay, but I can’t make myself do it.
He’s better off thinking I’m a heartless, cold bitch.
Dempsey needs a warm, vibrant, loving woman.
Not me.
Anyone but me.
To be fair, had I not dealt with the drama of Rhiannon and my family, things may have gone down differently between me and Dempsey. Our first time could have gone slowly and cherished as it should have been.
I treated him like a filthy whore.
I got the sex I desperately wanted and needed then sent him out the door without so much as a thank you or a kiss.
God, that was so wrong.
Why is life so hard?
The chemistry between us was so intense. Fire burned inside me like never before. I was happy when he was inside me and kissing me. I’ll probably never get a chance to feel anything like it ever again because I’ve undoubtedly ruined this thing between us.
Have I, though?
Dempsey has proven time and time again he’s there for me, even when I lose it. He just keeps showing back up with such patience. My heart aches for him. He really is perfect. How no one besides me has ever seen this is beyond me.
He deserves the world.
I could give it to him.
I could fix it.
Shame creeps over me, but I straighten my spine. Yes, it’ll be awkward to admit my shortcomings and to apologize for freaking the hell out, but he’ll make it better with his sweet touches and kind words. I know this without a shadow of a doubt.
Not all is lost.
My life may be a shit show of epic proportions, but Dempsey is one of the best things about it. Maybe I don’t have to fight so much when it comes to him and just let it happen.
Images of us together in bed, kissing and cuddling, make my chest tighten. I want that. I want to be with him in whatever capacity that may be.
I’m about to text him and ask him if he wants to come back over to talk when my phone buzzes. A smile tugs at my lips as I eagerly read his message.
Except, it’s not him texting.
It’s an unknown number calling.
“Hello?” I croak out, frowning.
The line is quiet and then I hear a sniffle. “Aunt Sloane?”
“Trevor?”
My nephew has been a thorn in my backside for weeks, but hearing him break down on the other end of the phone shreds my heart into tiny pieces.
“Hey, hon, calm down. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
If those club assholes touched one hair on his head, I’ll bring the entire wrath of the PMPD down on their heads.
“C-Can you come g-get me?”
“Of course. Where are you?”
“The ap-apartment. S-something’s h-happened.”
“I’m on my way. Keep your phone on you.”
We disconnect the call as I race to throw on my shoes and grab my Glock. It’s dark outside now, which means I’ve hidden away all damn day in my room. When I finally emerge from my cave, Kaden is glued to the screen, playing a video game with an open pizza box beside him.
Dempsey made sure he was fed.
God, I don’t deserve that man.
“Hey,” I say as I hurry through the living room. “I have to go check on Trevor. He just called.”
He tears his gaze from the screen to gape at me. “He did?”
“Yeah. Can you hold down the fort until I get back?”
“Yeah. You don’t have to worry about me, Aunt Sloane.”
I drop down to give him a kiss on his head and he playfully pushes me away. I’m going to fix all of this. My family. Dempsey. My love life. It’s time to harness that fiery, stubborn girl who climbed her way out of her hard life and into something better. I can do this.