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CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN: HELLO, DARLING
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IRIS ‘You didn't think I’d stay alone forever, did you?’‘I had another fucking kid, Iris, and she’s dying.’My mother’s words continued to echo in my mind even as Maverick drove us home. The fact that my mother had given birth to another child, and she loved that child this much…It broke me.It destroyed my inner child into pieces. The love that I had begged for, yearned for… I never got it. I was treated like an abomination. All because she wanted some money.And here she was, doing it again.Doing it to save her other daughter.I clutched Maverick’s jacket tighter around me as an uneasy chill ran down my spine.I could feel him glance at me every now and then, checking to see if I was okay, although he hadn’t said anything to me since we got in the car.I’d lied. I had lied to him, telling him that it wasn’t his father who kidnapped me. Though I doubted that he even believed me.But I didn’t do it because I wanted to protect or cover Quentin’s ass, I did it to cover mine.Quentin
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MAVERICKIris’s mouth was like a drug. Kissing her was fucking addictive. Even just touching her…Asking me to help her forget only reminded me of the first night we met. The night it all began. The night that Iris slowly crept into my head and refused to leave. The night she started to be a recurring apparition in my dreams.And just like before, she wanted to use me to escape her mind. That was something I would gladly let her do—letting her use me.Because I wanted to be used by her.I kissed her deeply, passionately, enjoying the way she moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced together.She trailed her hands down my chest, not taking her mouth off mine as she fondled with the buttons on my shirt.Tightening my grip on her waist, I pressed her against my car, moving my lips to her neck, sucking and nipping on her skin.Iris moaned loudly, tilting her head to give me more access. “Mmmm. So fucking good.”I smiled against her skin. I loved that Iris never held back her pleasure. S
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IRIS Maverick stared at me, amusement dancing in his stormy eyes. “We’re already getting married.”I shook my head once, feeling heat creep up my neck. “I mean we should get married sooner. Tomorrow.”The wedding was supposed to be in a month’s time, but with everything going on, with Quentin trying to sabotage our plan and possibly kill me while at it, the best “fuck off” I could give to him was marrying his son, not caring about what he thought.But Maverick wouldn’t understand. Or maybe he would. I didn’t tell him that it was his father who kidnapped me, and I wasn’t going to tell him. But at some point, he was going to figure it out.He already doubted me.“Why so soon? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen in love with me already,” Maverick said smugly.I looked away, feeling my cheeks burn even hotter.“Don’t flatter yourself, Maverick.” I willed my voice to remain steady.The last thing I wanted to do was make Maverick think that I had feelings for him. Because I didn't.He just had a f
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IRIS Although I hadn’t admitted to Maverick that it was Quentin who had kidnapped me, Maverick was a hundred percent sure that it was him, and there was nothing I could do to convince him otherwise.But knowing Maverick, he wouldn’t just go on a full-on rage or attack Quentin without a plan. He was going to restrategize. I saw it in his eyes, in the way he’d looked at me this morning. His mind had been set, and he wasn’t going back.That’s why when he told me I had to stay away from the office until after our wedding, I didn't even bother arguing.I heaved a sigh, clicking on the video that Megan had just sent me of Amethyst.In the video, Amy was sitting on the floor, playing with one of her large stuffed animals. At first, she hugged it, but then she started blabbing in a serious tone while Megan stifled a laugh behind the camera.My heart melted when Amy leaned in, giving the teddy bear a kiss on the nose before clapping her tiny hands in excitement.“You giving kisses now, baby g
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