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Pushing open the bathroom door, I find Elizabeth standing at the sink, reapplying her lipstick. She gives me another once-over before she smirks.

“They could do better... I’ll give it to you, you’re cute, but cute doesn’t cut it.”

“I’m sure they could,” I snark back, not letting her words affect me. “But the problem is they won’t stay away. It’s the opposite problem for you though, isn’t it? You have a hard time getting them to stay.” I smirk back at her.

She huffs and steps closer to me as I walk past her. She grabs my arm, and I turn back to look at her, wondering what other bullshit is going to fly from her mouth.

“Stay away from Marlow, evenhecan do better.”

I snatch my arm back. “Don’t start pretending that you give a shit about him. He is your free meal ticket, and you know it.”

Her face screws up in disgust, but she decides I’m not worth her attention anymore and storms out of the room.

I shake my head and sigh heavily in exasperation.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Marlow

I stand outside the women’s toilet that Jolie went into, and I want to steal her away. Leaning against the wall, I glance up as the door opens and none other than my mother walks out. Her evil smirk tells me she thinks she has accomplished something.

My mother is a right pain in my ass. I make sure to only see her when I’m forced to attend these kinds of events or if she summons me, which is rarely the case. I spend most of my time with my grandmother because at least she genuinely cares about me.

Breezing past me, my poor excuse for a parent barely acknowledges my presence besides the initial smirk she threw in my direction. I push the door open to find Jolie looking at herself in the mirror, tears rolling down her face. I rush to her side as she wipes her eyes.

“Are you okay?” I ask. “What did she say?”

She turns to me, her tear-filled gaze accentuating the colour of her eyes. So damn unique, a blueish green that reminds me of the ocean in Bora Bora.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t cry over people like her. But the way she talks about you is like she doesn’t know how wonderful you are.”

“I think it may be a side effect of the medicine that Chester made. We did know there may be some.”

“It’s just so sad that she can’t see how amazing you are,” she sniffs, breaking a little more of my heart.

“She doesn’t care. She and my father have invested a lot of money into creating us. We are belongings to her, not children. I accepted that a long time ago. Why don’t we just focus on you telling me how wonderful I am.” I smile down at her, taking a step closer and cupping her face in the palms of my hands, the pads of my thumbs wiping away her tears. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I gave up on your memory.”

She goes to respond, but I lean down and place my lips against hers. I have watched as she has grown closer to them all, wanting that with her, but not knowing how to take that first step. She stands on her tiptoes and my hands drop from her face, falling to her waist, then I lift her so she can wrap her legs around me. I back us into a toilet stall. Not exactly where I wanted our first time to be, but I need her right now.

Flicking the lock closed, she slides down my body and I kneel on the floor, lifting her dress enough that I can see her barely there G-string. Using a finger, I pull it to the side and run my tongue over the surface. A gasp leaves her lips and I tap her left leg, guiding it over my shoulder, giving me the ultimate view of her perfect pussy. I inhale her scent and commit this moment to my memory bank, saving it for when I need it most. While I may not have a super memory like Boston, this is a moment I will never forget.

A small whimper of need leaves her lips, urging me to lean forward, my tongue hitting all the right places to have her screaming my name within minutes. Sitting back on my heels, I pull her G-string down her legs, helping her to step out of the delicate lace. Tossing it aside, I untangle myself from her dress. The second I stand, she pushes me back against the stall door, jumping into my arms. Using one arm to hold her firmly in place, I use my free hand to undo my pants, letting them fall to the floor. Jolie is clearly no stranger to the art of sex in confined spaces and lines herself up with my hard cock, sinking down ever so slowly.

“Fuck,” I hiss between clenched teeth. Taking control back, I turn us around and slam her hard against the wall.

“Fuck me hard and fast,” she pants into my ear.

Giving her exactly what she wants, I fuck her with an intensity I didn’t know I had in me. For all those missed years, for all the times I intentionally tried to forget she existed, for trying to erase her completely, and for the fucktonne of guilt I hold. An apology should be slow, and her body worshipped—that is something I will save for another time. This is for us to come back together, to show her how I feel.

She tightens around me and her orgasm tips me over the edge, leaving us both panting with her still wrapped around me tightly.

“I’m glad I remember you,” she whispers.

We stay in each other’s arms for a few minutes. Jolie makes the first move, unwrapping her legs, and I help her to her feet. She finds her discarded underwear, slides them back on, then fixes and smooths out her dress.

I open the bathroom stall door, and Creed is staring right back at me. Everyone is always scared of Laughn because of how he appears on the outside, but for Creed, it’s all in his eyes. His only lifeline in this world is her. We saw it as kids, but we werenaïve in thinking he was just doing his job. She has an effect on everyone around her, one of the many talents she always thought she never had.

He doesn’t talk, which is freaky as fuck, and I move to the sink as Jolie walks out behind me. I wait around to see what Creed has to say.

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