Page 79 of A Billionaire's Cabin Love

CHAPTER ELEVEN

COLLIN

Standing at the counter, staring at the pregnancy tests, I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. I was going to be a father. How poorly my dad treated me growing up flashed in my head and I shut down. I put all the blame on Kara and pushed her away. The idea that I could be an asshole to my kids like my father was to me, terrified my inner being. Thought it would be easier to walk away from her. But it wasn’t.

I sat at the bar until four in the morning, drinking my sorrows away. Kara was my first and last love. If I couldn’t be with her, then I knew I’d be a bachelor for the rest of my life.

Every day I fought for us. I showed her how deep my love was for her. I poured out my heart. Revealed the real me to Kara. I could be a big kid at times. She didn’t mind. She’d behave just as silly. Kara sometimes hid behind the kitchen counter, waited until I walked by, then shot those foam bullets into my arms and chest. My face hurt from laughing so hard. I hadn’t laughed that hard in years.

I’d crush anyone who disrespected my woman. My heart. If Kara wasn’t my woman, I’d still fight for her. That was how incredible she was to me.

Our sex life was incredible. Staring into her brown eyes as she sat on her throne…my dick. The adoration I held for my queen could never get old. The bliss on her face delighted my soul. I worked hard to ensure she came every fucking time. I was hungry for her next cum face.

I made love to the only woman I wanted in my life.

In public, she never pushed me away. She jumped on my back and smothered me with kisses. I rarely slept at night. All because I wanted to watch her sleep. I was, and I am obsessed with Kara Riley. I found myself putting distance between us at times. Because I was seriously crazy in love with her. I didn’t want her to think I was a fucking psycho. Kara was that relaxing hit of a joint between my lips. I hadn’t smoked since college, but I remembered how relaxed I felt. Once Kara moved to L.A., she became my sense of calm. The urge to party often became nonexistent.

We didn’t fight. I always hated when she’d say never mind or wouldn’t tell me what was on her mind. And she hated how I told everyone she belonged to me. I’d do it again. Wouldn’t change a thing. She was my woman. Everyone needed to stay clear of what was mine.

What hurt the most, I didn’t feel like Kara fought for us to stay together. The idea darkened my heart.

I wanted her to tell me I was crazy, and we’d raise our child together right here in California. Bringing up Alaska-- her home and how much she missed it, that was when I felt our relationship wasn’t enough. How could I ask her to live in this city with me forever if she wasn’t happy?

Her favorite drink sat before me on the hotel bar.

“Would you like your drink refreshed, Mr. Daughtry?”

“No, Mel. It’s fine. I’ll take a bourbon.”

He slapped the bar. “Coming right up.”

Kara was still at our condo. I sent Harry to check on her. Harry was the only man I trusted around my woman. He held a soft spot for Kara. Harry had no problem telling me I needed to get my shit together. He cursed me out. Told me I was a coward for allowing her to walk out of my life. Shit, he was right. Like I said before, I didn’t deserve a good woman like her. But the old life I had before Kara I didn’t want anymore. A few women winked at me tonight. Fuck them.

Kara was the only woman I wanted to kiss and hold.

Kara was the only woman I wanted cheering me on at my football or basketball games.

Kara was the only woman I wanted to marry.

If I didn’t want a baby with her, I would have asked her to take birth control. The second I laid eyes on Kara; I knew I’d do anything to prove to her we were perfect for each other.

Pull yourself together, Collin, and fight for the only woman you’ve ever loved.

**P**

“Collin.”

Knock, knock.

“Hey, Collin opened the door or I’ll use my key to enter.”

I turned on my side and my eyes popped open. “Yeah, hold on.”

Yawning, I sat straight up on the leather sofa. My hands ran over my dress shirt, then I strolled across my office and swung open the door. “What do you want, Bryce?”

I grabbed the wastepaper basket and returned to the sofa.

“What the hell happened in here?”

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