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As for me, he is my two words.
Some people say I love you.
I’ll say, he is my significant.
And… posted.
I decide it’s time to take a leap. Aaron made me realize I was living a life that wasn’t mine. I had a dream I ignored. I took on a job I wasn’t happy about, to please my mother. I pretended to be someone else to be loved my whole life. It never worked.
It has to end.
All of it.
He taught me that sometimes the most broken people encounter the most successful paths. Because we’re survivors. Fighters. Every pain, every shattered part of myself makes me whole and can be turned into positivity. Aaron races. I will paint. I’m not alone. I will matter. Just like he mattered to me.
Sometimes, all you need is one person to make you see the light.
I need to change my life, and that’s just what I’m going to do.
Elle:Mother, I’m sending you my resignation. I’m done working for you. I’m taking my own path. I know that you don’t believe me, but if you wish one day to act like my mother, I’ll be ready to tell you the truth, and be your daughter.
Nina:Goodbye, Elle.
Alone.
Again.
My significant
I have no idea what I’m doing here. It’s already night, and God knows how I’m doing the hundreds of steps to her door. I’ve read her article.Of course, Elle, you couldn’t tell me in front of me I was your significant; you had to write it for the world to know.I snort, only she could do that. Elle isn’t perfect. She is broken, too. She has too much pride. She has her way to push my boundaries. Playing me at my own game, fighting me for power. And yet, she’s perfection to me. An equal version of myself. My light.
I knock.
When she opens the door of her apartment, we stare. No words are needed.Ma bellehas circles under her eyes. Her blond honey hair is the only light on her face. She’s gorgeous, even while wearing sweatpants and no makeup. But she’s ripping me apart. She looks miserable, so am I. Why has she inflicted this on herself? I signed my contract for the next three upcoming seasons. Got sixty million out of it per year. Pretty good. I got what I wanted all along. I even bought out a few shares of Amorino racing. This way I could do whatever the fuck I want.See, André, I, too, can do business.And yet, without her, it doesn’t fucking matter. I take a step toward her, and her hazel eyes lighten. She looks so freaking weak and vulnerable, I hate this.
I hand her the article I’ve printed. “Is that true?”
She beholds my tormented gaze and nods. I’m fighting for her, and she’s staring at me like she’s afraid of me. Afraid I’d break her. Own her. She might be stubborn, but I’m feral. I won’t give up until she lets her heart speak. I’m not Stephan. I’m not her father. I’m screwed up, but I would protect her, not damage her. She needs to trust me. She’s mine—whatever she wants it or not—and I’ll cherish what’s mine. Her lips curve into a shy smile as she poses her hands on my chest.
“You’re my significant, Aaron,” she whispers.
Finally.I don’t think twice. I take her into my arms, pinning her against her wall, and close the door behind us. She hasn’t said the L-word, but I know admitting it was a painful step for her and that’s all that matters. She offers me a part of her soul, and soon I’ll claim the rest. I kiss her without restraint, letting her know I’ll be the only one to possess her. Sending her into oblivion. My tongue is claiming her. She’s melting under the intensity of my kiss, accepting my control, accepting the hunger I have for her. She’s a part of me. The lighter part, butma belleis mine.
I carry her to her bedroom with only one thought in mind. Making her mine. But tonight, it will be different. I always made love to her, even if she never knew that. But it was hard. Passionate. Possessive. I wanted to erase the mark of all the men she had been with, for her to belong to me. But tonight, I’ll take my sweet time with her, I’ll bring her to the edge. I honestly don’t know if I’m capable of sweetness. I’ve never fucked sweet, never even witnessed sweetness in my life. Plus, I haven’t had sex since the night I’ve pushed her away—and pleasing myself with my hand was definitely giving me blue balls. What about her? Did she wait for me? The thought of another man touching her makes me cringe. However, the thought of her touching herself makes me hard.
I pull her on her bed, hovering on top of her. She pulls my shirt over my head—she seems as eager as I am for physical contact. I do the same with her shirt that is way too large for her perfect body. I slide her pants on the floor as she rests on her bed in underwear in front of me. God, I’ve missed that view. She flushes when I scan my eyes over her whole body. I’ve memorized her by heart, and yet she reacts like I just discovered her for the first time. And honestly, it feels like that. Still fucking amazing. I slide her panties to the floor, and she starts to bite her lower lip. I smirk, noticing her wetness she tries to hide. I unlock her bra to push it away and stand in front of her to admire her sultry, naked body. Gorgeous. And mine.
“Everything about you is beautiful.” I groan as she stares at me like an angel. An angel with a body that tortures me.
“I love how strong you look.” She wanders her hand on my chest, to my biceps, observing my muscles contracting.
“You’re mine, Elle. You are my woman.” It’s an affirmation, and yet, it’s my way to ask her to be my girlfriend—or better, to inform her of it.
“I am.” She bites her lower lip. “And you’re mine, too.”
Now that we officially established our exclusivity, I lean toward her, positioning myself between her legs. I claim her mouth before biting and sucking her lower lip slowly. I kiss the soft spot on her neck as she starts to moan. She moves her hips to feel the friction of our bodies before I descend, kissing her collarbone while her fingers pass through my hair. I cup both of her small, perfect breasts into my palms, my forefingers playing with her pink nipples, tugging them. Then I claim them with my tongue. Elle arches her back and her eyelids start to close, her breath quickening. I’m leading her where I want her to be. Hot and ready. I stop for a fraction of a second, and she opens her eyes, begging me to continue. Again, that’s what I wanted. I continue to suck and kiss her nipples as she watches me pleasuring her. God, I could come just by watching her.
I continue claiming her breasts as mine, my hand sliding between her inner thigh. She starts to roll her hips, embracing the friction fully, my fingers tracing pleasureful circles on her center gently, pulling her wetness around her clit.Ma bellemoans louder, and I see the muscles in her belly contracting. I descend a trail of kisses down around her stomach before focusing my attention on her inner thighs.
