~ Flashback ~ ...15 YEARS AGO… Thorne’s POV I leaned back in my chair, stretching as the last bell rang. The classroom buzzed with laughter and chatter, the air thick with that Friday kind of freedom. Skylar kicked the back of my chair, grinning like the smug bastard he was. “So?” he asked, raising a brow. “You actually did it? You broke up with the psycho?” “Finally,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “God, you have no idea how exhausting that woman was.” Logan barked a laugh. “That woman? Bro, you mean your twenty-nine-year-old sugar nightmare?” “Shut up.” I couldn’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. “Yeah, well, she’s officially out of my life. I told her it’s over this morning. I even blocked her number.” Skylar leaned forward, wide-eyed. “For real? No crying, no dramatics?” “Oh, there were dramatics,” I said, rolling my eyes. “She started calling me every name under the sun. Said I’d regret it, said I’d ‘never find someone who loved me like she did.’ You know,
~Flashback continues~ Thorne’s POV Months had passed before I realized how deep I was in. Lorie wasn’t just another woman I fooled around with, she’d become my whole damn world. We spent nearly every day together. She’d drag me out for drives at midnight just to get greasy fries or force me to dance with her in the living room while some old rock song played in the background. When she laughed, it sounded like rebellion. When she kissed me, it was chaotic. I didn't regret going after her. My friends were right. And every time she snapped a picture of us, she blurred my face, because she was too jealous to let others see my face. It was possessive. Intense. Addicting. I told myself she was just protective and that she cared. But sometimes, when she got drunk—really drunk—she’d get mean. Her jealousy could slice a man open. That night, we were in our usual bar. The music thumped low, the air thick with smoke. She had her arm wrapped around my shoulders, her body pressed close,
~ Flashback ~...15 YEARS AGO…Thorne’s POVWe were in a bar. Neon lights flickered off the cracked mirrors behind the counter, painting everything in sick shades of red and blue. Logan and Skylar were already halfway gone,laughing too loud, spilling beer on the table, clinking their glasses like kings of chaos. We were barely eighteen but always trying to act like adults. They were my partners in crimes,my best friends.Logan slammed his drink down and pointed his bottle at me. “To us, the legends who finally left the virgin squad behind!”Skylar groaned, rubbing his temple but grinning like a maniac. “Bro, I swear, Logan’s gonna put that on his tombstone.”“Damn right,” Logan said proudly. “You should’ve seen her, Thorne. My hot-ass neighbor’s daughter, she’s been giving me the look for months. Always walking around in those short shorts, bending over to ‘pick’ something up. Come on, what’s a man supposed to do?”Skylar burst out laughing, beer foaming down his chin. “You? A man? M
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Delilah’s POV“...You know,” a deep voice said from the kitchen, “I was thinking of baby names while you were gone…Delilah?”My throat closed up and I wiped the tears from my face . Slowly, I turned, anger twisting painfully in my chest. I picked up the file as his footsteps approached.He appeared at the doorway of the hidden study, shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. But the sight that once made my pulse race now made my stomach twist. The faint silver light from the room painted half his face in shadow. His beautiful, dangerous, now guilty face.“Delilah,” he said quietly, taking a hesitant step forward. “It’s not what you think.”My chest heaved, hot tears already burning at the corners of my eyes. “Not what I think?” My voice cracked, rising with disbelief. “You killed her!”“Delilah…”“No!” I stumbled back, shaking my head violently. “Don’t you dare say my name like that. You killed my mother!”Deep down, I was begging for him to tell me that this is all a big mi
Delilah’s POVI jolted awake. My heart raced so fast I thought it might tear through my ribs. Oh God.. I just had a terrible nightmare.In the dream, I’d been falling… tumbling down endless stairs… screaming until my throat burned. And then the cruel pain tearing through my belly.And there was blood. Lots of it.I gasped, sitting up in bed, my palm instinctively flying to my stomach. I was breathing too fast, the nightmare clinging to me like smoke I couldn’t exhale. There's no way I'm losing this baby again. No way in hell.“It’s just a dream,” I whispered to myself, trying to calm my trembling hands. “Just a dream… hormones, that’s all.”The room was dark, lit only by the silver wash of moonlight spilling through the curtains. I looked at Thorne, still asleep.His lips were parted slightly, his hair messy against the pillow. The sight softened something inside me, made me forget the terror for a moment. I'd never forget our intense and sweet sex.I slid carefully off the bed, tryi