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“I can’t love you, Ryan.”Ryan watches as I choke those words out, each of them stinging my heart like a thousand needles into soft flesh. I look away. “You remind me too much of him. Each time we touch and each time we kiss, I can't… I can't help but feel it’ll start all over again. You’re not the one I should be falling in love with. I was married to your father once, Ryan, that has to mean something.”Ryan stalks closer to me, his steps slow and intentional as he asks darkly, “What if it doesn’t?” I scoff because he can’t mean that. Of course it does. I’m… doing this for him as much as it is for me. I whisper resolutely.“Me and you…. We can’t work, Ryan.”He replies in a rasp, “Who says we can’t?” “I say we can’t. I can’t do this, Ryan.”The air grows cold as two other people enter the room and their auras settle firmly in my gut. Two people I once knew and hated but who have also shown me that I might be wrong about how I view life.That I might be wrong, with how I view…. them
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Four months with my Stepson and the Twin Alphas. Chapter 2: "Have you seen what she looks like?"
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Four months with my Stepson and the Twin Alphas. Chapter 3: "You can't."
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Ryan’s pov.“What’s she doing now?”My hand skims over the rim of the monitor as I look at the small figure.In my field of vision is a man by a window. One of my windows, and one of my men. The dark-suited man answers in a low whisper.“She’s getting a refill, sir.”My eyebrows bunch in annoyance.“A refill of what?”My tone is impatient but I keep my temper in check. It’s one of the things I'll need to work on if I want to be better.The video changes, switched automatically from the CCTV cameras to the eye camera in the sunshades all my men wear. Layla looks like an actress out of an eighties movie.That summer yellow-tinged appeal all old Hollywood movies have to them lends her an air of exotic beauty, and for a while, all I can do is stare.Her hair falls like golden wool down her back. It looks soft to the touch, even with the slightly blurred resolution. Her hair feels wild and matted from days spent in her bed yet unbelievably soft and thick.Layla looks beautiful.So beautifu
Four months with my Stepson and the Twin Alphas. Chapter 5: "You're new aren't you?"
The guard looks unsure when I arrive but my glare gets him cooperating immediately. I shove him aside when his wits don’t tell him he has to move and I crouch to peer through the keyhole.Layla’s taken a blanket to every security camera in her room.She’s shut down every electrical appliance and blocked all her windows. There’s barely any light filtering in through the glass and her room has been thrown into semi-darkness. I frown because how many dresses can one woman have? And how thick can they be?A voice from behind interrupts my thoughts.“I… almost went in to dissuade her, Sir Ryan. I remembered you said we shouldn’t.”I turn back to glance at the guard and I peer at him, “You’re new aren’t you?”He nods eagerly and I take stock of his featuresTall the way all my men are tall, although he’s a bit on the shorter side compared to most of their general height. He’s stocky the way all my men are stocky.He’d have made a typical Earl guard, except he seems a bit empty up there whe
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I hear Ryan’s pained groans echoing from the kitchen, but I pay them no heed, this is my chance, my way out. My mind is consumed with one thought: escape. With silent determination, I slip out of the ornate mansion, my steps light and swift as I navigate the dimly lit corridors. The cold air greets me like a long-lost friend as I make my way towards the desolate parking lot, wrapping me in its cool embrace as I emerge from the imposing structure. The scent of rain lingers in the air, a prelude to the storm that looms in the distance. My eyes dart around for any sign of Ryan’s guards, I know all it will take is one slip up and I’ll be stuck back in that house.My hope of freedom would be gone forever. Every footstep feels like a victory, each turn a step closer to freedom. My heart pounds in my chest, the adrenaline surging through my veins, urging me forward. In the solitude of the lot, I clutch the keys in my trembling hands, trying them on several cars before one obediently respo
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