Page 98 of Sweet Hate
Fuck it. My whole life’s a game of risk. Why wouldn’t I risk it all for the one person I can’t live without?
She said Grams has given her the bakery. That means she has a permanent base in town, one that’s solely hers. A flash of pride spears my chest that I’m the one helping her with it. Thank fuck I pulled my head out of my ass to do that.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think she’d ever consider moving back. And let’s be honest, any dream involving her gets pretty damn wild.
This is huge. The bakery might be enough to make her feel like she belongs in this town. Steely determination floods my veins.
She’s about to get the best fucking bakery she has ever seen.
There is no way she’ll want to leave me again once she sees what I’m about to do.
Ok wise guy, if she stays then what? You forgotten about the ticking time bomb she threw into the mix? Can you go back to being friends after six weeks? You’ll see her every day. You live above the goddamn bakery.
It’s fine. I’ve got six weeks to figure that shit out.
Future Axel’s problem.
Right now, my focus is on getting my girl her dream bakery and the most earth-shattering orgasms she’s ever had. She’s going to blush at the memory of me claiming her every damn time she walks through the bakery door.
I might not be able to keep her, but I’m gonna make damn sure I ruin her for any other douchebag who comes after.
Like she did me.
My phone chimes with an email alert and sends my attention careening back to the screen.
Shit, I’ve left her on read for at least ten minutes.
Me
I’m so sorry. That took me by surprise.
Haven
No probs. I probably should have led with that huh?
Me
Maybe? Doesn’t change anything though.
Sprinks
It doesn’t? You sure?
I would totally understand if you didn’t want to do it now. We can just be friends.
Me
No Sprinks. You’re mine for the next six weeks.
Or forever. Who’s counting?
Sprinks
OK.
Me
