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‘What? Spill it.’

‘You might have been a million kilometres away, but I’ve always been obsessed with you.’

I give him a quizzical look. ‘Explain.’

‘Google won’t let me add any more alerts relating to you. That’s the level of stalkerish I’ve become.’ His face reddens in humiliation. I almost piss myself laughing at his confession.

‘Shut the fuck up.’ I smack him in a fit of giggles.

‘You…You…You…have set up Google alerts?’

He rolls his eyes as if it’s no big deal, but it’s monumental. ‘You’re just a sucker for punishment, aren’t ya? What in the hell would you do that for? God, I blocked you on just about everything.’

‘Gee, thanks.’

‘Linc.’ I use his nickname affectionately to soften the blow. ‘I wanted you pretty much dead. I couldn’t stand anything to do with you apart from your dad and Jas, and even then, I made sure they never uttered a word about you.’ I shrug, giving him total and complete honesty.

The buzz of the air conditioner fills the silence as he contemplates my words. I can see in his eyes that my words pain him as if he is now only really starting to realise how wounded I really was…and maybe still am.

‘Do you think your life has been better without me in it?’

That’s a trap question if I ever heard one. It’s not a simple yes or no answer, that’s for sure.

‘I don’t regret the turn of direction or trajectory of the past seven years. I know I’m incredibly lucky to have real friends, a career I love, a legacy and most of all, the means to help others. I do…’ I suck in a breath to unjumble the words in my mind, ‘regret some of the decisions I made, and the pain I tried to conceal.’

‘What decisions?’

I’m not ready to tell him that he nearly killed me.

Shaking my head, I decide to brush it off. ‘It doesn’t matter.’

Chapter 26

One Step Closer

Lincoln

Two things.

One: She’s flushed as fuck. I know that look. I’d know that look even if I was blind. She recently had an orgasm. Apart from her skin being pinkened, she oozes of sex.

Two: She is hiding something. I haven’t given her any reason to trust me, but I plan to. It’s only when I have her trust again that I know she’ll open up.

I won’t lie. Both thoughts are jarring, and both thoughts are killing me. Unable to do anything about her secrets, I decide to focus my attention on the way her breath hitches as her eyes involuntarily hone in on my cock. Yeah. I wore the grey sweatpants for a reason. Us men always fucking know what gets the girls going. Thank you to the design gods for creating a pair of pants that make women pant, and that practically tear the pants off all women.

There’s nothing more I want than to sink myself so deep in Amity’s pussy, I practically drown. The caveman in me wishes I could fuck a baby into her just so we’re linked for life, but I know that is definitely not the right way to go about things.

Seeing her taut nipple poke out behind her cock-teasing virginal nightie is testing my willpower. I’m hard as nails and sure as shit could build a house, the way I want to pound into her. Long gone are the thoughts of another heavy conversation shared between us, which I’m thankful for.

I agonisingly groan when she arches her neck, no doubt trying to get rid of the sexual frustration she’s also feeling, among other confusing emotions.

‘Go out with me?’ I plead, wanting—needing‚—to have her in my arms again. She perks up, eyeing me suspiciously like she knows I have an alternative agenda. I do. I’m going to get my girl back, no matter what it takes. Jagger be fucking damned.

‘Huh?’

‘Now. Get your sexy ass up and get changed. I’m…hungry.’ She doesn’t miss my innuendo as I leisurely sweep her body up and down.

‘Why should I do anything you say, huh?’ She crosses her arms, shoving her breasts up higher. The sting of my bite in my lower lip is nowhere near as brutal as the torture she’s currently putting me through.

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