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Yes 2024-10-15 09:54 active 1634 0 Read more My husband is deeply in love with his first love. When I told him jokingly that I was pregnant, he told me seriously: "You can't have this baby." I loved him, but I didn't want to love him blindly, so I ran away. Nine months later, when I was giving birth to my baby in a small-town hospital, I got a call from a friend, "You know what? Your husband found out you were crazy." ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! I don't want to go to the hospital!" 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Yes 2024-10-15 09:54 active 1634 0 Read next chapter👉 “President, look at your ex-wife’s social media platform!” "Leaving the capital has nothing to do with me!" "In the photo, she is holding a child who looks very similar to you. Doesn't it matter?" He immediately dropped the document and rushed out! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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Yes 2024-10-15 09:54 active 1634 0 Read more On the day of her difficult childbirth, her husband and lover were as close as glue, and her heart was as lifeless as ashes. She decided to divorce! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! I don't want to go to the hospital!" 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No 2024-10-15 09:54 active 1634 0 Click to read all chapters Uncle Aleksei forced his hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my name and wrapping my hair in fists. Thrusting. I wish that was not just a dream. “I know you want me Uncle Aleksei, why do you keep pushing me away?” I let my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. “I want you to ride on my coock.“ He pressed me back against the trunk, “But I gave your father five years. During those five years, I vowed to keep you innocent. Including me.” “And when does the contract expire?”My mouth is dry, so I make myself swallow. His big chest lifts and shudders back down. “Tonight.” ------ Chapter 1 1: Aleksei. Some would call her a curse, but I know better. Little Georgina is an angel. My angel. Her father is speaking to me from the other side of his desk, but my attention is captured by the scene taking place outside the window, just over his shoulder. Georgina is out for her daily morning swim in the backyard, jumping off the diving board in her emerald – green bikini. As she jumps, long, raven – colored hair flies out around her, musical laughter reaching through the window pane to fill the office. Her teat come free of the flimsy material beneath the water. I know this, even if I can’t see it. I’d love nothing more than to pluck her from the pool and bend her over that diving board, those ridiculous green triangles hanging from my teeth. Soon. My fingers twitch where they rest on my knee, imagining the strings of her top caught between them. Yanking them open instead of tying them securely, as I’d done only an hour ago. Uncle Aleksei, will you tie me up? A growl kindles in my throat. Yes, some might say I have been cursed, assigned as full – time bodyguard to a tempting eighteen – year – old who comes to me with her every whim, giving me big green, grateful eyes when I fulfill them. Men of this world want instant gratification. I am the opposite — and everyone will soon know this about me. My time has been bided for five long years, and my reward is almost ready to be claimed. “As you know, Aleksei, when Georgina’s mother was taken from me…” David Harris’s hand clenches into a fist and shakes over his neat stack of paperwork. “Georgina was all I had left. She’s been homeschooled, kept within these walls from enemies who would target me. I’ve trusted her to no one, save you. And once again, I must ask that you protect her in this next phase of her life.” His expression wilts. “College.” David is a congressman with deep Russian roots. Loyalties that he never forgot but keeps out of the public eye. He’s a man who doesn’t mind using his political influence to grant favors, when such actions benefit him. Such is my case. In exchange for David pulling strings to bring my mother and siblings to Chicago from Russia, I pledged him five years of fealty. When I came to Chicago, my reputation preceded me. I’m a man who keeps his vows, even at the cost of death. Among my duties as David’s right – hand soldier, I have been tasked with keeping his precious daughter safe and happy. I have performed my job very well. A weaker man would have given in to his lust by now and bedded the girl. Snuck in while her father slept upstairs and claimed her perfection for his own. Red coats my vision, crackling fire roaring to life in my ears. Just thinking of her in someone else’s hands makes me want to commit slaughter. “If it was up to me, she would go somewhere local. Private.” David sighs, scrubbing both hands over his face. “But she wants her freedom. We can’t keep her locked up forever.” Oh no? A matter of opinion, perhaps. I examine my knuckles. “You want me to drive her to college.” “Yes.” David turns and watches Georgina through the window. “Keeping her sheltered for so long…it’s going to backfire. She doesn’t know how to make friends or go places alone. Christ, she doesn’t know anything thing about men.” And she won’t. No men but me. I grip the armrest of the chair so tightly, it begins to snap, but I release it in time. “No,” I agree, my voice grating. “She knows nothing of men.” If she did, she wouldn’t be so comfortable sitting on my lap. Or parading around her rooms in nothing but flimsy pantie when I can clearly see her through the open door. My coock has gotten hard watching those little cheeks jiggle inside lace so many times, I’ve lost count. Her body is not the only thing that stirs my manhood, though. Oh no. Others tend to write off my Georgina as a pampered brat who is spoiled thanks to her paramour looks. Little do they know Michigan State gave her a full academic scholarship. I can’t check books out of the library for her fast enough, and I’ve replaced her tutors several times because they couldn’t devise a challenging curriculum. The angel keeps me on my toes. “I’ve asked a lot of you, Aleksei. My work schedule doesn’t allow me to be home very often, and you’ve become Georgina’s family.” He gives me a look ripe with meaning. “And you haven’t broken the promise you made me. You know the one. God, she even calls you Uncle.” I know this. I don’t need a reminder of the purgatory I’ve been living in. “You’ve become invaluable to me, not just as Georgina’s bodyguard but as an operator.” We trade a look. Operator. Hit man. Same difference. “You’re the best I have on my payroll, but those skills haven’t been utilized as much as I’d like. Once you help Georgina transition to college life, I need you back here working for me.” He leans forward across the desk. “Without Georgina as a distraction, we can really focus your…talents…where they’re needed. Name your price.” I’m saved from having to answer when Georgina explodes into the room, bringing color and light along with her. And too little clothing for my liking. Bubbling with life, she turns in a pirouette, giving me a three – hundred – and – sixty – degree view of my tight, teenage tease, her slender curves covered in nothing but green strips of wet nylon. My muscles flex, my hands eager to reach for her. But I don’t have to, because as usual, Georgina reaches for me first. “Aleksei,” she sing – songs, taking her rightful spot on my thigh, throwing herself sideways against my chest and snuggling there. “You said you’d come outside and watch me dive.” My features stay neutral, but my head is filled with a forbidden image. Georgina’s legs spread on David’s desk while I tongue – fack her to a hiip – bucking high. “Your father needed to speak with me.” Her fingers toy with the button of my coat. “About what?” David smiles absently, his gaze drawn by something on his computer screen. “Your drive to college tomorrow.” He refocuses on his daughter, seeming to find nothing at all wrong with her clinging to me half neked, still dripping from the pool and looking like an advertisement for expensive internet porrn. The ones I never click on because they aren’t Georgina. David’s cluelessness is only one of the reasons I have no guilt about what’s to come. He has taken my reputation as a killer into consideration and still allowed me to raise his daughter. Me. A red – blooded male taking on responsibilities of her meals, her schooling, even the purchase of her clothing. Caring for her when she’s sick. Does he actually believe I could now part ways with my reward? “You know I have my reservations about letting you attend school so far from home, but we’ve registered you under an alias. Your pictures haven’t been in the media since you were thirteen, so there’s no danger of being recognized. Aleksei is going to check your dorm for security and speak with personnel, to make sure you’re settled before he leaves.” David raps a fist on his desk. “Any instructions he gives you are for your own safety. Make sure you listen.” “Of course.” Green eyes flash up at me, full of wit and sass. “Don’t I always?” Chapter 2 This is it. I’m finally free. I get a running start and slide across the hood of Aleksei’s black Mercedes, my buutt making a long squeaking sound. Sticking the landing on the other side, I throw back my hands like I’ve just dismounted the uneven bars at the Olympics. Watching me through broody, slate – gray eyes, Aleksei tosses my final suitcase into the trunk without cracking a smile. What is his deal today? Most times, he would at least give me a little lip tilt action. “Aw. Are you going to miss me, Uncle Aleksei?” I saunter closer and prop my hiip against one of the rear car doors. “Is that why you’re so quiet?” His gaze tracks down to my jean skirt, probably finding it too short to be decent. “Nyet.” Hurt swamps my belly knowing he’s eager to get rid of me, but I don’t let him see it. Some days I think he likes caring for me. He does it so well. When my father checked out emotionally after my mother was killed, Aleksei became the only constant in my life. He’s stayed that way for five years. Would a hardened man like Aleksei do anything he didn’t want to do? I have no idea. Then again, this is part of the reason I’m going so far away from home for school, isn’t it? The confusing way Aleksei makes me feel? My hormones officially went bananas right after I turned sixteen and walked in on Aleksei in the shower. Through the water – speckled glass, I saw his neked, six – foot – eight frame covered in jet-black ink, water coasting down that handsome face — so frustratingly made of stone — splashing on his hard packs of ruthless muscle. He didn’t see me in the bathroom. No, he couldn’t have. Or he wouldn’t have continued stroking that huge, heavy trunk of flesh between his legs, muttering curses in Russian. Aleksei being none the wiser about my accidental peep show is the only reason I can still call him Uncle with a straight face. Because I’m pretty sure girls aren’t supposed to have sweaty fever dreams about their uncles. Even if they’re not actual blood relations. And even if the dreams are against a girl’s will. Oh, who are you kidding? You beg your subconscious for those dreams. My niples turn to spikes beneath my tank top just thinking about the last one. When I joined Aleksei inside that foggy shower and he forced that hard part of himself between my lips, grunting my name and wrapping my hair in fists. Thrusting. Have I been crazy thinking he could crave that — crave me — in real life? Sometimes I swear I sense torment and restraint in him, but he locks it down so fast I think I imagined it. Well, I’ve had quite enough of living in such close quarters with the man haunting my dreams and turning me into a walking, talking horn dog. It hurts. Physically and mentally. Not to mention, the second – guessing of my own sanity is starting to drive me crazy. Not that I’d let him know that. Memories of Aleksei’s rough hands tying my bathing suit strings yesterday makes my movements provocetive as I sway closer to him, inserting myself between him and the trunk, letting my fingers walk up the center of his formidable chest. “You won’t miss me even a little bit?” Eyes flaring, he catches my wrist. “Do not play games with me, Georgina.” The breath catches in my lungs, heat rushing to my cheeks. Rushing to every part of me. What if I never get another chance to figure out if I imagined the pull between us? I’m going to college today. Even if he tells me I’m crazy and he could never be attracted to a girl he raised from such a young age — a girl he taught to drive, taught to throw a punch — I won’t have to see him every day while living with the knowledge. The reality of not seeing him sends panic and pain slicing into my middle. And it’s the pain that knocks the words free of my mouth. “I’ve tried to play games,” I blurt out, thinking of all my silly attempts to tempt him. “You won’t play them back.” Gray eyes narrow, and I sense a debate taking place. I’m so focused on watching him for a sign of what he’s thinking, I sack in a breath when he releases my wrist…and steps forward, pressing me back against the trunk. Traps me there. My neck is forced to crane to keep eye contact, and he looms, so massive and unmoving above me, but his dominance only makes my nerve endings go wilder. “Nothing about us, little angel, is a game. I will not miss you, because I never intend to leave you.” His hand slides beneath my skirt and cups my right cheek, kneading it, stealing the power from my knees. Making my mind reel. “This is mine. Now go put it in the passenger seat, before your father sees me defiling you from the window. It wouldn’t stop my plans, but it might delay us.” He slaps my backside, growling deep in his throat. “And you know I hate being late.” I’m left with my mouth agape, staring into space as Aleksei rounds the car and climbs into the driver’s side, starting the engine. What in the world just happened? Chapter 3 My Gina does not like puzzles. She fidgets now in the passenger seat like a bird in its nest, unable to get comfortable. Which means I cannot settle, either, because her comfort is my calling. I do find the way she huffs and peeks over at me from beneath her eyelashes rather adorable, however, so I’ve decided to let it continue a little longer. She will have the information she seeks soon enough. Revealing my intention to keep Georgina was not part of my plan, but I’m a man at the end of his tether. My notorious patience is thinning with every mile I drive. Keeping myself restrained around this girl was never easy, but now that I can see light at the end of the tunnel, I find my desperation to claim Georgina growing stronger by the second. To a level of hunger I never knew existed and doubt I’ll ever extinguish. Her palms travel down her bare thighs then back up. A nervous gesture, but that doesn’t stop it from hardening my diick. When I make her my wife, I will allow the skirts. But I will take her wearing these tiny creations as a signal she wants to be facked until they’re soaked straight through with my seed. Then she can decide if she still wants to wear them in public. If I want to make it to our destination, I must cease these thoughts, but I know from experience that it’s impossible. She is my obsession and has been such for longer than I would admit to a court of law. Quitting breathing would be easier than stopping my thoughts of her beneath me. Finally. Her vergin blood staining the sheets of our bed. Georgina sits forward suddenly. “I didn’t pack my favorite pajamas. The long red shirt with the pocket — ” “I packed it.” “My copy of Anne of Green Gables?” A memory of her curled up beside me reading the book makes my throat feel funny. “Done.” She’s quiet for a beat. “What about my spare pair of reading glasses? I always lose the first and I need a backup until I find — ” “They’re in the bag with your…lotions.” “Oh. Thank you, Aleksei.” She goes back to rubbing those thlghs. The ones that will be living around my waist very soon, but not soon enough for my sanity. “So, um. What did you mean back in the driveway? About never leaving me. Did you mean that…figuratively?” My lips press together to keep from smiling. Six miles. She made it six miles without giving in to her curiosity. Too bad I have to make it another two hundred miles without giving in to my impulse to fully explain my intentions. “I meant it the way I meant it.” I feel her low hum deep in my stomach. “I don’t like that answer.” “You are only satisfied with full explanations.” “That’s because I’m a normal.” Again, I suppress a smile. “You don’t find me normal, angel?” She tilts her head and peruses me with lively green eyes. “Definitely not.” Her jiggling right leg tells me this line of questioning is far from over. When it finally stills, I glance over to find her cheeks pink. “Aleksei, you…touched me.” At the reminder of her taut ass fitting perfectly in my hand, the teeth of my zipper bite into my swelling diick. “I’ve touched you many times. Do you not recall what happens when there’s a thunderstorm and you crawl into bed with me?” A puff of air leaves her lips. “You’re just so w – warm.” Memories of Georgina tucked tight against me, her hands dangerously low on my belly, make my fingers tighten on the steering wheel. That long red T – shirt she calls pajamas is so threadbare I could feel her niples rake my sides every time she breathed. Oh yes, she’s tried to play games with me many, many times. I’ve cursed my refusal to break vows on more occasions than I can remember, but I’m a man of my word. I can only hope she will appreciate this about me one day. Tomorrow would be nice. “I’m glad my temperature pleases you, Georgina.” I can hear her quickened breathing across the car. “Brushing my neck accidentally with your fingers when tying my bathing suit or…rubbing my back when I’m sick…that’s not the way you touched me in the driveway. That was different,” she finishes in a whisper. “Did you like it?” Heat kicks me low in the gut. Years of forcing myself to treat this girl like a niece has taken its toll. How can I resist talking to her about sax? About the off – limits body she’s been tempting me with since I was hired by her father? When I finally answer her question, my voice is nothing more than gravel. “You’re asking me if I enjoyed having your smooth little cheek in my hand, knowing there’s a tan line that slashes diagonally, right across the center?” A rumble of hunger moves in my chest. “There’s a reason I never remove my overcoat while you’re swimming in that green mind-fack of a bathing suit, angel. My cocck is so stiff, you could use it as a second diving board.” Her knees shot together, and I barely check the urge to reach over and pry them apart. To see if my confession made her pantie wet. Don’t do it. If I see any evidence that her vergin cuunt is prepared for me, I’ll pull over and breed her on the hood of this car. “B – but you…” she sputters. “You’re the one who bought the green bathing suit for me.” “I assure you, Georgina, that bathing suit was all for Uncle Aleksei.” Chapter 4 Is this real life? Sheltered or not, I’m usually capable of assessing a situation pretty fast. Reading people. Solving dilemmas. But I can’t make sense of this. Aleksei, the man I’ve been having illicit fantasies about for years, has been having them about me, too? No way. I don’t believe it. All those times I snuck into his bedroom because I was “scared of the thunder” (I wasn’t), he refused to take any of the openings I gave him. I mean, call me crazy, but when a half – neked girl combs her fingers through a man’s chest hair and purrs like a kitten, that’s a sure – fire sign she’s interested in more. But he’d only lain there like a stone statue, grunting at me in Russian to stop interrupting his sleep. All this time, has he wanted to push me down into the mattress and… I can’t even bring myself to think the word, because I’m already slick. Right where it counts. And he keeps frowning at my squeezed – together legs, as if he knows it. “I don’t believe you. About wanting me.” His jaw muscle flexes. Hard. He’s angry now? “Don’t believe me?” “Nope. Why now? Why would you wait to tell me this until you’re…” I fling a hand toward the passing scenery, “essentially driving me out of your life?” He bares his teeth. “I’m not leaving you. We’ve spoken of this.” Hearing that, knowing he didn’t just mean it in some symbolic way, my heart lifts with relief. As much as I want my freedom, the one thing — person — I never want to be away from is Aleksei. He’s the one who brings home a cake and candles to celebrate my birthday when my father forgets. He’s the one who fusses and threatens the doctors when I’m sick. My friend, the only man who’s ever made my lady parts clench…my uncle who isn’t really an uncle. Aleksei. But it’s difficult to reconcile the man I’ve grown up with and this new, saxually charged Adonis…who claims to want me. Bad. Even after walking in on him touching himself in the shower, our relationship didn’t change. Not on his end, anyway. I was walking into walls for two months, the hot vision of his big hand stroking up and down his shaft painted on my corneas. “I need an explanation, Aleksei. Or I’ll…” I search the car for some threat inspiration, my gaze landing on the granola bar sticking out of my purse. “I won’t eat until I get the truth.” If possible, his powerful frame grows even stiffer. “Your lunch time is in seventeen minutes, Georgina. You will not be missing it.” Propping my hand on a bent wrist, I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Then I guess you should start talking.” He grunts, looking at me with grudging approval. “You are a very challenging creature.” His fingers tap on the steering wheel. “Very well. I will appease some of this curiosity.” My smile seems to distract him. “Thank you.” A curt nod. “Try and maintain that grateful attitude.” His cheek flexes for long moments as he stares out at the road ahead. “Do you remember when I came to live with you?” “Of course.” I turn and lay the side of my face on the leather seat. “It was the week after my mother’s funeral. My father was so paranoid, he wouldn’t let me leave the house, and I thought I’d be a prisoner forever, but…he trusted you to protect me. Before you even unpacked, you took me out for ice cream.” “Yes.” His expression warms, before the stoicism returns and chases it away. “This trust your father had in me is very important, Georgina. It didn’t come for free. Do you understand? Not for him or me.” He pauses. “My mother and sister needed a home in Chicago, and your father had the connections I didn’t, being so new to this country.” I nod, because I knew this much already. Aleksei’s family is private and they don’t come to the house very often, unless there’s some news that must be delivered in person. But I always know when it’s someone’s birthday because he asks my opinion when ordering flowers or a gift online. “I’m glad he helped your family. It brought me you.” My face goes up in flames as soon as the words leave my mouth. Normally, I wouldn’t hesitate to let Aleksei know I appreciate him. But that was before he touched me. Before he admitted to admiring my near – neked body with looks I used to believe were platonic. Now I worry saying how much I need him out loud might make me sound too desperate. Aren’t I, though? God, I can barely sit still on the seat, I want to be in his lap so bad. “Georgina.” “Yes,” I breathe. “You will continue as you always have. You will not stop telling me your thoughts.” He rolls a shoulder. “I like them very much.” My heart is pounding in my ears when I say, “Tell me the rest.” His eyebrows lift at being given a command, but thankfully he doesn’t pull the plug on our conversation. “I gave him five years of loyal service in exchange for his help with my family. When I came to Chicago, I assumed I would be running…a very different kind of operation for your father. But when he mentioned hiring you a different bodyguard, I protested.” I catch a laugh in my throat, just imagining what that protest from Aleksei looked and sounded like. Sort of like the human equivalent of a volcanic eruption. “This amuses you, angel?” The car picks up speed. “Men are not to be trusted.” “Only you.” “That’s right. Only me.” He slants a look in my direction, those cool gray eyes roaming over my legs and bosom, his humongous arms seeming to expand and flex inside his coat. “I gave him five years. During those five years, I vowed to keep you innocent. Of all men, yes. But when I made this promise to your father, it was clear that it pertained to me. So long as this five – year contract was in effect, you were forbidden.” Five years. My mind flips like pages in a calendar, thinking back to the day Aleksei arrived. Fall. It was fall. I remember because the first time I saw him, I was sitting on the front steps of my house, head resting in my lap, wishing I could go ride my bike at the pier with my friends. Never again, though. My father, lost in his grief, had barred me from leaving. Aleksei’s black boots appeared first, crunching on the autumn leaves that had fallen from the tree. He crouched down and forced me to meet his eyes. Eyes that reminded me of thawing ice. Angel, he’d rasped. “And…” My mouth is dry, so I make myself swallow. “And when does the contract expire?” His big chest lifts and shudders back down. “Tonight.” Chapter 5 It’s time for Georgina’s lunch. When she doesn’t eat, everything I say is the wrong thing. So we don’t miss meals. She has been quiet since I informed her my shackles come off tonight. Quiet and…restless. I take a book from the glove compartment and drop it in her lap, but she starts to read it upside down, so I stow it away again. Her fingers pluck at the hem of her skirt, her feet perform an awkward dance routine, and she keeps changing the radio stations, never settling. I have an urge to park the car and pull her across the seat, into my lap. It’s what she needs. A good, hard ride on her man’s cocck. Even if she doesn’t realize it yet. Soon. There are some things we must speak about, before I take her body. But even I am not foolish enough to inform Georgina of her future when she has an empty stomach. She might have been born in Chicago, but she has a fiery Russian temper. In the future, I have no doubt I’ll fack her mid – tantrum — frequently — but I want her first time to be… Romantic. My lip curls at such a feminine notion. Only Georgina could make a cold – blooded killer consider things like candles and high thread count sheets. I never imagined myself as a husband. And I never would have, if I hadn’t met the angel. Now I can think of nothing but making every second of her life happy. Providing and protecting what God has given me. Perhaps Georgina and I have different notions about what she requires to be content, but she will come around to my way of thinking. There is no other choice. A hint of unease creeps into my chest, but I banish it. I’ve already mapped the restaurant where I plan to feed Georgina, and we approach the freeway exit right on time. The gourmet sandwich shop is not the main attraction in the tiny town, though. And when we park along the main street, she sees it and gasps. “A library? Oh my God, it’s huge.” She fumbles with the door handle, unable to take her eyes off the gothic building. “Aleksei, did you know?” I don’t bother answering, because she should know by now, I do nothing by accident. Instead, I climb out of the driver’s side and round the bumper, scanning the street for threats as I take Georgina’s hand, pulling her onto the sidewalk. She sways into me, but this time I don’t step back right away. I let her front mold to mine, her lips popping open at the feel of my jutting diick. I want to back her against the car, thrust my eraction up between her thighs and introduce her to the only cocck she’ll ever know, damm the potential witnesses. But as always, when I take her out in public, heads begin turning almost immediately. In Georgina’s direction. There is a breeze blowing against the hem of her skirt, the white material teasing the underside of her tempting buns. That same breeze stiffens her niples and makes her shiver, skyrocketing my protective instincts. Grinding my teeth together, I reach into the backseat and wrap her in the denim jacket she brought along. She presses her lips together, those green eyes knowing. Does she enjoy my jealousy? I wonder if she still would if she knew how deep it runs. “Thank you for the library,” she whispers. “Can we go?” “Da, angel.” I take her hand and lead her to the restaurant. “After you eat.” “I’m not even hungry.” She consumes every bite. I eat much faster, so I lean back in my chair and enjoy the sight of her mouth moving, the little pleased noises she makes. Just like on the street, every male in the place cranes their neck to get an eyeful of what’s mine. Until I let them know with my eyes that I will strangle them with piano wire in their sleep if they don’t fack off. By the time Georgina finishes, we’re the only ones left in the restaurant, which pleases me very much. On the walk to the library, Georgina takes my hand and smiles up at me. “I guess I should enjoy the good meals while they last. It’s going to be crappy campus food from here on out.” Again, there’s an uncomfortable pang below my neck, much like guilt. “Only one hour in the library, Georgina. I want to stay on schedule.” She glances up at the giant clock on top of the library. “Freshman orientation isn’t until tomorrow night. We have until then to move me into the dorm.” She sends me a saucy wink. “No sweat, right?” No sweat? Moving her into a place full of strangers with bad judgment and a steamy man – child trying to get laid around every corner? This is what she considers no sweat? There is only one way for me to retain my sanity, and it doesn’t include leaving her to sleep in a place where I cannot guard her. When I don’t answer, questions appear in Georgina’s eyes, but I quickly usher her into the library. Her intake of breath distracts me from my dark thoughts, replacing them with appreciation over her reaction. There’s a beam of sunlight streaming in through a second – story stained – glass window, and it lands on the angel, making her glow even brighter. She presses her fingers to her lips and turns in a circle, taking in the sweeping marble staircases and endless rows of books on either side. I only have eyes for Georgina, because surely there is no greater creation on this earth. The fates could not truly expect me to let her go. No. It would be impossible. I would go insane. I’m doing the right thing. The only thing. My voice is gruff when I find it. “The fiction section is downstairs. To your right.” Her lips tilt at the evidence that not only did I plan in advance to bring her here, but I did my research. For her. Everything for her. “I think I’ll take a look upstairs first.” When she climbs the marble staircase, her backside twitches right to left, turning my bloodstream into a river of fire. She casts a look back at me over her shoulder, and I know she’s up to something. But if I can do anything but follow. Chapter 6 Turnabout is fair play, right? Aleksei has stroked my hormones like a harp player for the longest. I’ve lived for his grudging smiles and grunts of approval. I’ve woken up hot and sweaty because his lips accidentally grazed my earlobe during a hug, turning my dreams into graphic movies starring him. And me. It has not been easy living on the razor’s edge of something I don’t fully understand but am eager to learn about. And yes, maybe plotting to seduce him in a public library is a little impulsive. After all, he all but told me we’re going all the way tonight. Mere hours from now. A hot shiver passes through me as I turn down the darkened self – help aisle, Aleksei’s boots thudding heavily on the marble behind me. I don’t want to wait for tonight. This attraction ran thick between the both of us, so I’m kind of angry that he kept me at a distance while I was suffering. We both had needs — Aleksei had no right to file it under his stubborn terms. Maybe the politician’s daughter is coming out to play, because I feel compelled to take back a little of the control he didn’t see fit to allow me. I’ve been handled by my handler, and I don’t appreciate knowing how much time we’ve wasted. Aleksei thought I was playing games with him before? He ain’t seen nothing yet. I find what I’m looking for and stop, pointing to the top shelf. “Aleksei?” He’s suddenly so huge beside me in the dim lighting, his tightly leashed control beginning to show signs of strain, it takes me a moment to continue. “Can you reach up and get me the big red one? 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Yes 2024-10-15 09:54 active 1634 0 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 Shortly after I signed the papers and started talking about our future, Ryan dropped the bomb that he didn’t want kids. Then, six months later, he told me he’d had a vasectomy a year prior. That was the day my entire world shattered. Five years of my life. Wasted. No marriage proposal on the horizon, definitely no kids. And I refuse to stay in a relationship that isn’t going anywhere. I’m not getting any younger, and I’m not going to let some man steal all of my dreams and my best years. So, I did the only thing I could—I broke up with him and kicked him out of my house. That was three weeks ago. ———————— I stand at the back door of my small house and look at the fenced in yard. When Ryan and I were searching for places to rent in, we’d looked at several apartments, but then my brother recommended this place. I immediately fell in love with it. Ryan hadn’t. But I’d refused to give it up, and so, I’d bought the place myself, without his help. The house is absolutely perfect. With two bedrooms and a rather large kitchen, which is good because I love to cook, the little bungalow is the perfect size for me. Ultimately, the backyard is what sold me, though. The moment I saw it, I imagined a child running around out there. The image had been so vivid; I’d even heard the laughter. Shortly after I signed the papers and started talking about our future, Ryan dropped the bomb that he didn’t want kids. Then, six months later, he told me he’d had a vasectomy a year prior. That was the day my entire world shattered. Five years of my life. Wasted. No marriage proposal on the horizon, definitely no kids. And I refuse to stay in a relationship that isn’t going anywhere. I’m not getting any younger, and I’m not going to let some man steal all of my dreams and my best years. So, I did the only thing I could—I broke up with him and kicked him out of my house. That was three weeks ago. My emotions are still all over the place. Sometimes, at night, when I’m all alone in this house, I miss him so much it physically hurt. Too many nights I cry myself to sleep, or just cry until I give myself a headache, and then I pop some pills and pass out. My beverage collection has dwindled considerably, too. As much as everything still hurts, the urge to call him and beg him to come back, to agree to live without marriage or kids, is getting less and less with each passing day. But some days are worse than others. Today is one of the worse days. The doorbell chimes, startling me from my thoughts. I’m not expecting company tonight, but I’ll be lying if I say I’m not secretly hoping Ryan is here. He hasn’t once bothered to call or come over or even talk to me since I ended the relationship. “Coming!” I go to the door and swing it open. “Oh, hey, Becca. What’re you doing here?” I stop and do a double take. “Why are you so dressed up?” She’s wearing a tight red dress and matching red stilettos. Her makeup is on point, and she looks fantastic. “You’ve been crying again.” Becca walks inside, her heels clicking against the tile floor. “Um, no.” I wipe my cheeks and am happy to see my hands come away dry. I haven’t been sleeping worth trash, though, so I’m sure my eyes are red and puffy. “You didn’t answer my question.” I close the door. “I’m here to take you out.” Becca grins. “Oh no.” I shake my head. Becca’s been trying to get me to go out clubbing since the day I broke up with Ryan, and I keep refusing. I’m not ready to meet anyone new. Not yet. It’s still too soon. “I’m really not in the mood,” I say. “You’ve been saying that for weeks now. It’s time to stop crying over Ryan and get yoursef back up on the horse.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not dressed to go out. Besides, it’s a Tuesday night. You really think anyone decent is going to be out tonight? I highly doubt it.” Becca sighs with frustration. “Listen, you need to get out of this house. I need a wing woman. And we need to celebrate.” “Celebrate what?” I flop down on the couch and tuck my knees to my chest. As soon as I got home from work, I put on a pair of sweatpants and one of Ryan’s T-shirts that he’d left behind. My hair’s in a messy bun on top of my head, and I have no makeup on. I’m in no position—physically or emotionally—to go out. “I got the job!” Becca squeals. I jump off the couch and give my friend a hug. “Oh my god! That’s amazing, Becca. Congratulations!” Becca laughs. “I’m so excited. There’s no way I can stay home tonight.” She pouts and bats her eyelashes in that over exaggerated way she always does. “Please?” I hate when Becca does that. She makes saying no impossible. The fact we’ve been friends since high school doesn’t help, either. With a reluctant sigh, I nod. “All right fine. I’ll go out with you tonight, but promise me we won’t stay long.” “Deal!” Becca shrieks with excitement. “Hurry up and get dressed.” I take about half an hour to get ready, and as I study my reflection in the mirror, I smile. Maybe going out tonight is exactly what I need. Just getting dressed up makes me feel better than I have in days. I leave the bathroom and meet Becca back in the living room. Becca whistles. “Oh girl, you’re a hottie.” I laugh. I opted for my frayed denim skirt and my low-cut black top with sleeves that tie on my shoulders. A pair of black sandals complete my outfit. My clothes are nowhere near as beautiful as Becca’s tight, red dress, but at least I’m comfortable. I grab my purse. “Let’s go before I change my mind.” I playfully shove Becca out the door. We arrive at The Savage Cat, the only night club here, Michigan, and the line to get in is around the block. Lucky for us, I have a fast pass straight to the front of line. The popular dance club is owned by the Savage Bloods Motorcycle Club, of which my brother is the very proud President. I can’t stand that stupid club, or the lifestyle, and I go out of my way to avoid everything involving the Savage Bloods. Unfortunately, when you live in a tiny armpit of a town, you don’t have many choices for entertainment. Becca, however, is fascinated with the Savage Bloods and will do everything she can to hang out with them. She won’t openly admit it to me, but I know she’s hooked up with several of the brothers. She swears she’s never so much as thought about my brother in that way, but I’m not sure I believe that. At a little after ten, the place is already packed, as usual. I push way through the crowd and toward the dance floor. That is why we came here after all. Ryan hates to dance, and even though I always tell him he doesn’t have to get on the dance floor with me, he still refuses to take me anywhere that involves the activity. Memories like those make me grateful that I had the courage to leave him. I really need to learn to hold onto the bad memories and stop dwelling on all the great ones. Dealing with the hurt when I’m angry is so much easier. The music is so loud it rattles the chairs and tables, and the floor is sticky from spilled beverage. But I don’t care. Being out with my best friend, cutting lose, not caring about anything or anyone is freeing. I can’t remember the last time I just had fun like this. Becca grabs my arm and leans forward. “That guy.” Becca points to someone behind me. I turn to see who Becca is pointing at, and I freeze. Leaning against the bar is a man. A very , very muscular, very dangerous looking man. Dark, shoulder length hair. Icy blue eyes. Jeans with a bulging crotch. Black T-shirt that stretches deliciously across his shoulders and chest. My heart races at the sight of him, but more so because he’s staring right at me. But then I notice he’s also wearing a goddman kutte covered with the Savage Bloods insignia. Because of course he’s part of the club. A bottle is pinched between his fingers, and he’s standing there like he owns this place. Cocky arrogance radiates off him, and he clearly owns that. He’s 100 percent pure male. Pure trouble. And one million percent not my type of guy. Yet, I can’t seem to stop staring at him. He’s everything Ryan isn’t, and that excites me in a way I don’t like. I don’t look away, and neither does he. There’s something familiar about him, though, and I narrow my eyes, studying him. Do I know him? That wouldn’t be so far-fetched considering I’ve met everyone in the Savage Bloods at least once before. Still, something nags at the back of my mind. “He’s staring at you,” Becca shouts over the music, jerking me from my thoughts. “You should go talk to him.” “No.” I shake my head. Turning away from his heated stare, I focus on dancing with Becca, but I can feel his gaze on me, feel the way he’s undressing me with his eyes, devouring me. Maybe Becca’s right. Maybe I need to take the plunge and go talk to him. Doing so will certainly get my… I’m not sure I can handle a guy like that. He’s so hard and rough and a tad scary. Not to mention, he’s part of the club, and I swore never to get involved with that life. Just because I’m nursing a broken heart doesn’t mean I need to go catch a raging case of the stupids. And that man could make any woman stupid. I fan my face with my hand, and Becca makes a hand signal that she needs a drink. I nod and follow Becca off the dance floor and toward the bar. Thankfully, when we get there, the uber hot but totally off-limits biker guy is gone. I sigh with relief, prop my arms on the bar, and lean forward, my hips still swaying to the music. “What can I get for ya?” the bartender shouts over the music. “One glass of water and a martini with no olives,” I order, shouting just as loudly. “Hey!” Becca touches my shoulder and then leans close to my ear. “I’m gonna go use the bathroom. Meet you back here.” I nod. The bartender returns and sets the drinks in front of me. “Ten fifty.” I pull out my credit card and handed it to him. “Start a tab.” Becca’s only drinking water tonight because she’s driving—a declaration she made on the drive here because she thinks I need to get drunk and do something I’ll regret in the morning. Then again, that’s how Becca deals with problems. I, on the other hand, prefer to handle things with a tad more emotional maturity. So, I don’t plan to drink too much. I never do when I go out. But still, as the bartender takes the card from my hand, my stomach clenches. Ryan hated when I would start a bar tab. He said it was stupid and not financially responsible. Not that I need to worry about what he thinks anymore, but without him living in the same house with me, my finances are a little tighter than they were last month. A few drinks won’t hurt, though. I push the concerns from my mind and sway my hips to the hypnotic beat. It’s not every day my best friend lands a dream job. Plus, I’m leaving in two days to go spend several weeks at Whispering Creek, my parents’ cabin resort in the Upper Peninsula. I’ll be cut off from Becca and everyone else for close to a month. If that isn’t reason enough to go a little crazy tonight, then what is? Seriously, what is taking Becca so long? I grab the drinks and turn around, intent on meeting Becca near the bathrooms so we can easily spot each other in this crowd. Instead, I slam face first into a wall of hard muscle. Both of the drinks spill, coating my hands, but a majority ends up on the person I ran into. “Oh.” I lift my head, and my heart stops. The man who’d been staring at me now stands in front of me. My face burns with embarrassment. “Uh, yeah, I-I’m sorry.” Some of the liquid splashed up onto his face, too. God, how mortifying! I turn, set the cups on the bar, and grab a handful of napkins, which I then proceed to drop when I spin back around. Real smooth. He shrugs out of his kutte, then strips off his wet shirt, using it to dry his face. The sight of his chest and abs makes my throat go dry. I know I’m staring, but I can’t help myself. Oh, every woman in this place is staring just as intently as I am. As I watch him rub the shirt across his chin, down his throat, and across his pecs, I can feel the lust pooling between my thighs, and I squeeze my legs together to ease the ache in my body . Images of being in his arms—undressed, sweaty, and in the midst of doing things that will get us banned from Heaven forever—dance through my mind. This man is gorgeous. Perfection. A true gift from God. He’s very clearly a bad boy, too, which only adds to his appeal. And he’s nothing like Ryan. I haven’t thought about another man like this in years, not since… My eyes widen, and my heart beats against my ribcage. No. Please, God, no. And then he speaks. “Enjoy the show?” His deep voice rubs against every nerve ending in my body, and my stomach clenches. “Hello, Steven.” My voice is cold and sharp. He blinks in confusion, and then I can see reality hitting him as hard as it hit me a second ago. I cross my arms and glare at him. His jaw drops, but he doesn’t speak. “I see you finally figured out how to stage a successful prison break.” I frown. His lips curl into that much too familiar smile, and my traitorous body reacts in ways I don’t want it to. Then, he laughs, the sound just as deep and masculine and handsome as I remembered. “Good to see you again, Cassandra.” He reaches around me to toss his wet shirt onto the bar, then he slips back into his kutte. The sight of him wearing that reminds me of every single reason why I hate him. Why I swore off the club and everyone involved—including my own brother. He’s the sole reason I got involved with Ryan in the first place, because Ryan’s safe. Practical. Stable. Dependable. “It’s Cassie now,” I say. He raises a brow. “Cassie, huh? I like it.” “I don’t give a word.” I shake my head. “Does my brother know you’re here?” “He’s the reason I’m here. Full pardon. Courtesy of Hothead.” “His name is Harland,” I snap and narrow my eyes, rage boiling in my veins. Honestly, grown men running around calling each other by code names or nicknames or whatever they are is so dumb. How dare my brother help Steven get out of prison and not warn me? Then again, Harland has no idea what happened between me and Steven all those years ago, and if I have my way, he never will. No one will. Not even Becca knows. I take a deep breath, refusing to let Steven get to me anymore than he already has. “Guess that’s one less person on my Christmas list.” I shrug. “Anyway, sorry you invaded my personal space and got all wet.” I smile sweetly and incline my head toward his shirtless chest. He simply stares at me with those eyes that had mesmerized me so much as a teen. They’re so blue, staring at me with an undeniable carnal knowledge. I shiver at the memory of just how much knowledge he has of me and my body. Unable to face him any longer, I crouch down and pick up the napkins I dropped. “Here, I got those.” He lowers himself to my eye level. “Isn’t this beneath you?” I grab a handful of napkins and stand. “Don’t you have groupies back at the club to do this kind of stuff for you?” I slap the napkins onto the bar. “You mean the club cats?” He smirks, and I have the sudden urge to slap that look off his face. “No, I mean the group of strays that follow you guys around in the hopes you’ll toss them a scrap of trash every now and then.” I once again cross my arms, daring him to deny the truth. The club can dress it up anyway they want, but there’s no denying what the club cats are—whores who do the brothers’ bidding and spread their legs with the hope of securing a marriage proposal someday. And I know this because Becca talked to my brother about becoming a club cat. He flat out refused her. Though, to this day, he’s never said why. Steven doesn’t respond, which only enrages me more. 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Yes 2024-10-15 09:54 active 1634 0 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 "I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. — The prick is blocking the sun. I'm lying on the beach on the last day before the first day of my senior year, trying to darken my skin for one more day before school starts. Given that my father moved me to Sunset Beach at the end of my junior year, all the way across the country from my old home in Virginia, I didn't have much else to do. I don't know a single person in town and I'm already anxious about the first day tomorrow, wondering if anyone will even talk to me or if I'll be forced stare at my phone all day in an attempt to not acknowledge the fact that I'm the new girl in school. But now The prick is blocking my sun. I call him that because he walks like that guy. Chest out, like he owns the beach. He's phenomenal looking and he knows it and he knows the rest of us know it. Everything is easy for him, even walking in the sand. So I already know he's gonna be The prick. "You're new," he says. "To the planet?" I say. "No. I'm not." He smiles and his teeth are snow white against his bronze skin and his sun pecked blonde hair. His jaw could cut stone and his eyes are bluer than the ocean behind him. The surfboard under his arms looks nearly as hard as the ripples in his abs. The prick is smoking hot. "New and funny," he says. "What a combo." He turns over his shoulder. "Brett, we've got a funny one." Brett trudges up sand and plants his board in the sand next to The prick. Brett is almost as good looking. An inch shorter, dark hair, green eyes, a chest like a cutting board. Barbed wire tattooed around each of his biceps. He didn't smile. "Funny chicks are usually pains in my hip." "I like funny chicks," another guy says, coming up on The prick's left. "They usually don't think twice about giving it up." Third Guy is in a tie for second with Brett for best looking. Shoulder length brown hair, broad shoulders, eyes that matched his hair. All three of them are wet, having just come from the ocean and their waves. I'd seen them out on the water, envious of how they moved on their boards. I can surf, the result of summer trips to Florida when I was younger, but I'm not that good. "Where you from, New Girl?" The prick asks. "Not sure it's any of your business," I say. His smile darkens just a fraction. "You're kind of rude." "And you're blocking my sun." He jams his board into the sand, standing it on end. "Just trying to be friendly." "I think you're doing it wrong." Third Guy chuckles. The prick just stares at me. I look around. There are other people on the beach, but not near us. It becomes super clear to me that I'm on my own with the three of them. And I realize I'm uncomfortable. But I can't help myself. "And I think you're a prick," I say to Brett. He laughs, like he's heard that a million times. "I'll show you a prick if you wanna see one, honey." "Not interested," I say. "You will be," he says. "You still haven't answered the question," The prick says. I stare back at him. Jesus, is he good looking. Stop-what-you're-doing-and-fantasize good looking. "I'm aware." "It's not a hard question," he says. "Maybe she wants something hard, though," Third Guy says. I look at him. "Not sure you're up for the job, Champ." Third Guy doesn't like that and shuffles closer in the sand. "How about if we see?" Now, I'm for real uncomfortable. I sit up. I throw my keys and sandals in my bag and stand up. None of them move, eyeing me like I'm dinner. "This has been fun, boys," I say. "But I think I'm going home." The prick finally takes notice of my beat up surfboard next to my towel. He pushes the edge of it with his sand covered toe. "This yours?" "What gave it away?" I ask. He picks it up by the nose, gives it the once over, then lets it fall back to the sand. "It's a prick." "Takes one to know one," I say, picking up my towel and shaking it out. Third Guy and Brett back up, The prick holds his ground. The prick smiles. My stomach flips, then flops, then flips some more. Why does he have to be so good looking? "Happy to teach you how to ride," he says. His pals snicker. "I'm good," I say, picking up my board. "I think I'll have to be the judge of that," The prick says. "Good luck with that." "I don't need luck, honey," he says and tilts his head to the side. Drops of water from the ocean glisten on his perfect chest. "I take what I want when I want it." I pull my shorts on over my bikini bottoms. "No need to cover up the show," Brett says. "You don't have tickets," I say, grabbing my bag and picking up my board. "What a mouth," Third Guy says. "I wonder if it can do other things besides talk." Brett laughs, but The prick just keeps staring at me, trying to melt me with those blue eyes. It's almost working. "It can," I say. "But unfortunately for you, it doesn't go anywhere near prick." Third Guy glowers at me. The corner of The prick's perfect mouth turns upward into something that almost looks like a smile. But there's something about it that feels more threatening than friendly. It's ninety something degrees out but suddenly I'm chilled. I sling the bag over my shoulder. "I wish I could say it's been a pleasure, but I don't like to lie. See you around." I turn to go. "I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. "Presley! Are you about ready?" I'm not ready. It's the next morning and I'm standing in front of the mirror, trying to convince myself that I'm ready for the first day of my senior year at a new high school. I've braided my long brown hair and pulled on the yellow linen tank top and my favorite denim skirt. I spent an extra twenty minutes on my makeup, trying to make sure it looked like I didn't spend an extra twenty minutes on my makeup. Silver sandals on my feet. I look good and if it had been the first day back at my old school, I would've at least felt like I knew what I was doing. I would've been driving to school on my own, stopping at the coffee shop on the way to school, getting my drink, and praying that my last year wouldn't suck as bad as my first three years did. Instead, I am hiding in my room, avoiding my dad's pleas to come out so he can drop me off at his paralegal's house so that woman's daughter can drive me to school. Have I mentioned I've never met this girl? "Presley!" he yells. "We gotta go!" "I'm coming," I say. I sigh, check the mirror one last time, and grab my backpack. I throw it over my shoulder and look at the mirror again. "Please don't let today suck," I say. My father is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He's wearing a dark navy suit, light blue shirt, and a red tie. His dark hair is flecked with gray and he's good looking for a dad, according to my friends. My mother, however, thought that the lawyer she worked for was better looking, so she left him and moved to Washington. So it's me and my dad and that's okay most of the time. He tries, but he's also busy trying to get his new law practice off the ground. The reason we moved to Sunset Beach from Virginia was because he was able to snag one giant client and it would mean steady work for the next two years. The client lives in Sunset Beach and he wants to be near him for meetings and stuff like that. He pitched it to me as living near the beach and all the fun we'd be able to have, but I knew that any fun that I found would be most likely on my own. But it's still way better than living with my mom. And I'm hoping it'll be different for me here. He looks up at me. "We're going to be late, Pres. Come on." "Sorry," I mumble. "Did you eat?" he asks. "No, I'm fine," I say. "You can grab a granola bar or something." I shake my head. "I'm fine." He smiled. "Senior year. Are you ready?" "Nope." "Come on, it'll be good." "Sure," I say, avoiding his eyes. He sighs and we head to the garage to climb into his green Audi Q5. My dad has money. He just wants more of it. He lost some of it in the divorce, but he's determined to make it all back and then some. We live in a great house six blocks from the ocean now and I don't have to worry about much. Other than having friends my senior of high school. "Claire's daughter said she was happy to take you," he explains as we drive. "I just thought that might be better than showing up alone on the first day." "Okay." We stop at the red light and he looks at me. "You look great." "Thanks." There's an awkward pause. "I know this is all hard, but it'll be okay," he says. "You just have to give it a chance. I know you miss your friends. But did it suck to spend the last two weeks at the beach?" Well, I didn't really have friends to miss, Dad, because I was loner there. "No," I say. "It was good." "Your tan looks good anyway." I don't say anything and the light changes to green. The car lurches forward. "I appreciate you doing all of this, Pres," he says. "You could've made it harder on me, but you didn't. I know it's not the plan you had, but thank you for giving it a chance." I'm not sure I had another choice. Claire's house is five minutes from ours, a cut yellow bungalow with a perfectly cut yard out frond and roses of nearly color beneath the front window. A gleaming white Mini Cooper is idling in the driveway and I can see a shadowed head inside of it. "That's Bridget there," my dad says, pointing at the car. "Claire texted me and said she'd be in her car, waiting." My stomach ties into one gigantic knot. "Okay." My dad puts his hand on my shoulder. "It's gonna be great. It'll feel like you've been here for forever before you know it. I promise." I pick my bag up off the floor. "I know. You're right. I'll see you tonight." "I'll probably be late," he says. "So don't worry about dinner for me." I get out of the car and stare at the Mini idling in the driveway. All kinds of awkward. I close the door, give my dad a half wave, and make the death march over to my ride. I'm not sure what I'm expecting, but Bridget isn't it. I peer in the window of the car and she's looking over at me, smiling. She reaches over and pushes the door open. "Presley?" she says. "I'm Bridget." "Hey," I say. "Nice to meet you." "If you get in now, we've still got time to get coffee on our way," she says. "If you like coffee?" It's like I've been given a lifeline. I slide into the seat. "I would love coffee." She laughs. "I can barely function without it." Bridget is knock out gorgeous. Jet black hair to the middle of her back, a tight red v-necked T-shirt with perfect curves underneath. Denim shorts that show off her long legs. She smells like the roses in her front yard. "I appreciate the ride," I say as we back out. "I know this is weird." "Please," she says, eyeing the mirror. "Can't imagine having to do the first day at Sunset Beach on your own, particularly senior year." She smiles again. "This way I can point you in the right directions so you don't waste your time going in the wrong ones." "That would be awesome." "Don't be offended by this," she says. "Are you a cheerleader?" "Um, no." "Thank Jesus," she says, slapping her palm against the steering wheel. "I mean, you're kinda hot and all put together, so it can be hard to tell." She glances at me. "Rule number one at Sunset is that the cheerleaders suck hip." I laugh. "Isn't that the way it is everywhere?" "Pretty much," she says, nodding. "And I'm just warning you now. You are gonna be fresh meat. prick football players are gonna flock as soon as we hit the lot." "prick football players," I says. "So two things are the same everywhere." She holds up a fist. "Word, girlfriend." I bump her fist with mine and my stomach starts to unclench. As she drives, she fills me in on teachers and classes and other kids and what to expect. She doesn't have to tell me all of this, but I'm relaxing by the second as we go. We pull into the drive thru of a place called Seaside Coffee and she orders two large iced coffees. She might be my soulmate. By the time we get to the school, I'm almost nerve free. She whips the Mini through the parking lot and jerks it to a stop right in front of a painted parking stall. She points to it. "See that? They auction parking spots to seniors at the end of junior year and then you get to paint your spot. This is mine." "That is awesome," I say, looking at the pink and yellow sunset painted over a very blue ocean. "You did that?" "I did that," she says, proudly. "And no one else can put their hip in this spot all year." She pulls into the lot and we get out. The lot is nearly full and clusters of other kids are walking toward the concrete and glass building. "What are you doing tonight?" Bridget asks. "Tonight? Nothing. My dad has to work late." She grips my elbow. "Perfect. There's a back to school night down at The Hump." "The Hump?" "Place down by the beach," she says. "You're coming and I can show you." "I don't know if--" She squeezes my elbow. "You're coming, Presley." She stops walking and looks me right in the eye. "Look, when my mom asked if I could give her boss's daughter a ride because she was new, I thought you might end up being some little troll that didn't speak or, even worse, a cheerleader." She smiled. "But you're not. I know this has to suck, but I can make it suck a little less. So you're coming tonight." She pauses. "Where's your phone?" I pull it from my hip. "Give me your number," she says, whipping hers out. "So I can find you during the day and see how you're doing. And meet me here at twelve for lunch. It's open campus and we'll go get burgers. Cool?" She was taking care of every first day worry I had. I mean, I never went to a single party back in Virginia and now she's invited me to the first one of the year and making sure I'm not solo for lunch. "Yeah, totally. But you don't have to do this." I give her my number. "I'll be okay." "I want to," she says, then recites her number for me. She starts to say something else, but her eyes drift over my shoulder and her smile fades. "Okay. Test number one. Prick football players incoming." I turn around. Three boys, all in blue and white lettermen jackets, all large, all heading our way. The one in the middle has short dark hair, gray eyes, and shoulders like square blocks. They aren't quite as good looking as the boys I'd run into on the beach, but they're close. "Hey Bridge," the dark haired boy asks. "Who's your pal?" "This is Presley," she says. "Presley, these are the pricks." "So unfair and uptight," he says. "She got the d part right. I'm Derek. And this is Evan and this is Pritch." He winks at me. "Where exactly did you come from?" It's right then that I make the decision. At my old school, I would've shut up. I would've been too intimidated to say anything. But I don't have to be the same girl I was there. I can be someone new in Sunset Beach. "Her car?" I say. "Did you not see me get out of it?" I look at Bridget. "Every guy I've met here so far asks the dumbest questions." Bridget busts out laughing. Derek is red-faced and his friends look no less amused. "I'd be nice to me if I were you," he says. "I run this place and I can make or break your life here." "Feels like the only thing you run is your mouth," I say. Bridget links her arm with mine. "See you later, boys." She leads me away from them and leans into me. "You are going to fit in perfectly." I want nothing more than that to be true. 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Yes 2024-10-15 09:54 active 1634 0 🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻 "I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. — The prick is blocking the sun. I'm lying on the beach on the last day before the first day of my senior year, trying to darken my skin for one more day before school starts. Given that my father moved me to Sunset Beach at the end of my junior year, all the way across the country from my old home in Virginia, I didn't have much else to do. I don't know a single person in town and I'm already anxious about the first day tomorrow, wondering if anyone will even talk to me or if I'll be forced stare at my phone all day in an attempt to not acknowledge the fact that I'm the new girl in school. But now The prick is blocking my sun. I call him that because he walks like that guy. Chest out, like he owns the beach. He's phenomenal looking and he knows it and he knows the rest of us know it. Everything is easy for him, even walking in the sand. So I already know he's gonna be The prick. "You're new," he says. "To the planet?" I say. "No. I'm not." He smiles and his teeth are snow white against his bronze skin and his sun pecked blonde hair. His jaw could cut stone and his eyes are bluer than the ocean behind him. The surfboard under his arms looks nearly as hard as the ripples in his abs. The prick is smoking hot. "New and funny," he says. "What a combo." He turns over his shoulder. "Brett, we've got a funny one." Brett trudges up sand and plants his board in the sand next to The prick. Brett is almost as good looking. An inch shorter, dark hair, green eyes, a chest like a cutting board. Barbed wire tattooed around each of his biceps. He didn't smile. "Funny chicks are usually pains in my hip." "I like funny chicks," another guy says, coming up on The prick's left. "They usually don't think twice about giving it up." Third Guy is in a tie for second with Brett for best looking. Shoulder length brown hair, broad shoulders, eyes that matched his hair. All three of them are wet, having just come from the ocean and their waves. I'd seen them out on the water, envious of how they moved on their boards. I can surf, the result of summer trips to Florida when I was younger, but I'm not that good. "Where you from, New Girl?" The prick asks. "Not sure it's any of your business," I say. His smile darkens just a fraction. "You're kind of rude." "And you're blocking my sun." He jams his board into the sand, standing it on end. "Just trying to be friendly." "I think you're doing it wrong." Third Guy chuckles. The prick just stares at me. I look around. There are other people on the beach, but not near us. It becomes super clear to me that I'm on my own with the three of them. And I realize I'm uncomfortable. But I can't help myself. "And I think you're a prick," I say to Brett. He laughs, like he's heard that a million times. "I'll show you a prick if you wanna see one, honey." "Not interested," I say. "You will be," he says. "You still haven't answered the question," The prick says. I stare back at him. Jesus, is he good looking. Stop-what-you're-doing-and-fantasize good looking. "I'm aware." "It's not a hard question," he says. "Maybe she wants something hard, though," Third Guy says. I look at him. "Not sure you're up for the job, Champ." Third Guy doesn't like that and shuffles closer in the sand. "How about if we see?" Now, I'm for real uncomfortable. I sit up. I throw my keys and sandals in my bag and stand up. None of them move, eyeing me like I'm dinner. "This has been fun, boys," I say. "But I think I'm going home." The prick finally takes notice of my beat up surfboard next to my towel. He pushes the edge of it with his sand covered toe. "This yours?" "What gave it away?" I ask. He picks it up by the nose, gives it the once over, then lets it fall back to the sand. "It's a prick." "Takes one to know one," I say, picking up my towel and shaking it out. Third Guy and Brett back up, The prick holds his ground. The prick smiles. My stomach flips, then flops, then flips some more. Why does he have to be so good looking? "Happy to teach you how to ride," he says. His pals snicker. "I'm good," I say, picking up my board. "I think I'll have to be the judge of that," The prick says. "Good luck with that." "I don't need luck, honey," he says and tilts his head to the side. Drops of water from the ocean glisten on his perfect chest. "I take what I want when I want it." I pull my shorts on over my bikini bottoms. "No need to cover up the show," Brett says. "You don't have tickets," I say, grabbing my bag and picking up my board. "What a mouth," Third Guy says. "I wonder if it can do other things besides talk." Brett laughs, but The prick just keeps staring at me, trying to melt me with those blue eyes. It's almost working. "It can," I say. "But unfortunately for you, it doesn't go anywhere near prick." Third Guy glowers at me. The corner of The prick's perfect mouth turns upward into something that almost looks like a smile. But there's something about it that feels more threatening than friendly. It's ninety something degrees out but suddenly I'm chilled. I sling the bag over my shoulder. "I wish I could say it's been a pleasure, but I don't like to lie. See you around." I turn to go. "I'm not sure," The prick says. Against my better judgement, I stop and turn around. "About what?" "Which view of you I like better," he says. "The front was outstanding. But turns out the rear is up to the challenge." He looks me up and down, the corner of that mouth still turned upward. "I'm just not sure." His pals laugh, clearly amused by the fact that I'm at a loss for words. Brett holds out a fist to The prick. "Well done, Trevor." Trevor bumps fists with him, but keeps his eyes on me. The prick's name is Trevor. "Presley! Are you about ready?" I'm not ready. It's the next morning and I'm standing in front of the mirror, trying to convince myself that I'm ready for the first day of my senior year at a new high school. I've braided my long brown hair and pulled on the yellow linen tank top and my favorite denim skirt. I spent an extra twenty minutes on my makeup, trying to make sure it looked like I didn't spend an extra twenty minutes on my makeup. Silver sandals on my feet. I look good and if it had been the first day back at my old school, I would've at least felt like I knew what I was doing. I would've been driving to school on my own, stopping at the coffee shop on the way to school, getting my drink, and praying that my last year wouldn't suck as bad as my first three years did. Instead, I am hiding in my room, avoiding my dad's pleas to come out so he can drop me off at his paralegal's house so that woman's daughter can drive me to school. Have I mentioned I've never met this girl? "Presley!" he yells. "We gotta go!" "I'm coming," I say. I sigh, check the mirror one last time, and grab my backpack. I throw it over my shoulder and look at the mirror again. "Please don't let today suck," I say. My father is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. He's wearing a dark navy suit, light blue shirt, and a red tie. His dark hair is flecked with gray and he's good looking for a dad, according to my friends. My mother, however, thought that the lawyer she worked for was better looking, so she left him and moved to Washington. So it's me and my dad and that's okay most of the time. He tries, but he's also busy trying to get his new law practice off the ground. The reason we moved to Sunset Beach from Virginia was because he was able to snag one giant client and it would mean steady work for the next two years. The client lives in Sunset Beach and he wants to be near him for meetings and stuff like that. He pitched it to me as living near the beach and all the fun we'd be able to have, but I knew that any fun that I found would be most likely on my own. But it's still way better than living with my mom. And I'm hoping it'll be different for me here. He looks up at me. "We're going to be late, Pres. Come on." "Sorry," I mumble. "Did you eat?" he asks. "No, I'm fine," I say. "You can grab a granola bar or something." I shake my head. "I'm fine." He smiled. "Senior year. Are you ready?" "Nope." "Come on, it'll be good." "Sure," I say, avoiding his eyes. He sighs and we head to the garage to climb into his green Audi Q5. My dad has money. He just wants more of it. He lost some of it in the divorce, but he's determined to make it all back and then some. We live in a great house six blocks from the ocean now and I don't have to worry about much. Other than having friends my senior of high school. "Claire's daughter said she was happy to take you," he explains as we drive. "I just thought that might be better than showing up alone on the first day." "Okay." We stop at the red light and he looks at me. "You look great." "Thanks." There's an awkward pause. "I know this is all hard, but it'll be okay," he says. "You just have to give it a chance. I know you miss your friends. But did it suck to spend the last two weeks at the beach?" Well, I didn't really have friends to miss, Dad, because I was loner there. "No," I say. "It was good." "Your tan looks good anyway." I don't say anything and the light changes to green. The car lurches forward. "I appreciate you doing all of this, Pres," he says. "You could've made it harder on me, but you didn't. I know it's not the plan you had, but thank you for giving it a chance." I'm not sure I had another choice. Claire's house is five minutes from ours, a cut yellow bungalow with a perfectly cut yard out frond and roses of nearly color beneath the front window. A gleaming white Mini Cooper is idling in the driveway and I can see a shadowed head inside of it. "That's Bridget there," my dad says, pointing at the car. "Claire texted me and said she'd be in her car, waiting." My stomach ties into one gigantic knot. "Okay." My dad puts his hand on my shoulder. "It's gonna be great. It'll feel like you've been here for forever before you know it. I promise." I pick my bag up off the floor. "I know. You're right. I'll see you tonight." "I'll probably be late," he says. "So don't worry about dinner for me." I get out of the car and stare at the Mini idling in the driveway. All kinds of awkward. I close the door, give my dad a half wave, and make the death march over to my ride. I'm not sure what I'm expecting, but Bridget isn't it. I peer in the window of the car and she's looking over at me, smiling. She reaches over and pushes the door open. "Presley?" she says. "I'm Bridget." "Hey," I say. "Nice to meet you." "If you get in now, we've still got time to get coffee on our way," she says. "If you like coffee?" It's like I've been given a lifeline. I slide into the seat. "I would love coffee." She laughs. "I can barely function without it." Bridget is knock out gorgeous. Jet black hair to the middle of her back, a tight red v-necked T-shirt with perfect curves underneath. Denim shorts that show off her long legs. She smells like the roses in her front yard. "I appreciate the ride," I say as we back out. "I know this is weird." "Please," she says, eyeing the mirror. "Can't imagine having to do the first day at Sunset Beach on your own, particularly senior year." She smiles again. "This way I can point you in the right directions so you don't waste your time going in the wrong ones." "That would be awesome." "Don't be offended by this," she says. "Are you a cheerleader?" "Um, no." "Thank Jesus," she says, slapping her palm against the steering wheel. "I mean, you're kinda hot and all put together, so it can be hard to tell." She glances at me. "Rule number one at Sunset is that the cheerleaders suck hip." I laugh. "Isn't that the way it is everywhere?" "Pretty much," she says, nodding. "And I'm just warning you now. You are gonna be fresh meat. prick football players are gonna flock as soon as we hit the lot." "prick football players," I says. "So two things are the same everywhere." She holds up a fist. "Word, girlfriend." I bump her fist with mine and my stomach starts to unclench. As she drives, she fills me in on teachers and classes and other kids and what to expect. She doesn't have to tell me all of this, but I'm relaxing by the second as we go. We pull into the drive thru of a place called Seaside Coffee and she orders two large iced coffees. She might be my soulmate. By the time we get to the school, I'm almost nerve free. She whips the Mini through the parking lot and jerks it to a stop right in front of a painted parking stall. She points to it. "See that? They auction parking spots to seniors at the end of junior year and then you get to paint your spot. This is mine." "That is awesome," I say, looking at the pink and yellow sunset painted over a very blue ocean. "You did that?" "I did that," she says, proudly. "And no one else can put their hip in this spot all year." She pulls into the lot and we get out. The lot is nearly full and clusters of other kids are walking toward the concrete and glass building. "What are you doing tonight?" Bridget asks. "Tonight? Nothing. My dad has to work late." She grips my elbow. "Perfect. There's a back to school night down at The Hump." "The Hump?" "Place down by the beach," she says. "You're coming and I can show you." "I don't know if--" She squeezes my elbow. "You're coming, Presley." She stops walking and looks me right in the eye. "Look, when my mom asked if I could give her boss's daughter a ride because she was new, I thought you might end up being some little troll that didn't speak or, even worse, a cheerleader." She smiled. "But you're not. I know this has to suck, but I can make it suck a little less. So you're coming tonight." She pauses. "Where's your phone?" I pull it from my hip. "Give me your number," she says, whipping hers out. "So I can find you during the day and see how you're doing. And meet me here at twelve for lunch. It's open campus and we'll go get burgers. Cool?" She was taking care of every first day worry I had. I mean, I never went to a single party back in Virginia and now she's invited me to the first one of the year and making sure I'm not solo for lunch. "Yeah, totally. But you don't have to do this." I give her my number. "I'll be okay." "I want to," she says, then recites her number for me. She starts to say something else, but her eyes drift over my shoulder and her smile fades. "Okay. Test number one. Prick football players incoming." I turn around. Three boys, all in blue and white lettermen jackets, all large, all heading our way. The one in the middle has short dark hair, gray eyes, and shoulders like square blocks. They aren't quite as good looking as the boys I'd run into on the beach, but they're close. "Hey Bridge," the dark haired boy asks. "Who's your pal?" "This is Presley," she says. "Presley, these are the pricks." "So unfair and uptight," he says. "She got the d part right. I'm Derek. And this is Evan and this is Pritch." He winks at me. "Where exactly did you come from?" It's right then that I make the decision. At my old school, I would've shut up. I would've been too intimidated to say anything. But I don't have to be the same girl I was there. I can be someone new in Sunset Beach. "Her car?" I say. "Did you not see me get out of it?" I look at Bridget. "Every guy I've met here so far asks the dumbest questions." Bridget busts out laughing. Derek is red-faced and his friends look no less amused. "I'd be nice to me if I were you," he says. "I run this place and I can make or break your life here." "Feels like the only thing you run is your mouth," I say. Bridget links her arm with mine. "See you later, boys." She leads me away from them and leans into me. "You are going to fit in perfectly." I want nothing more than that to be true. 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