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STRIKER “Go ahead. See your father.” It still rang in my ear. Beatreigh, my aunt. It was even strange to meet her face to face. I wondered if her son, Lake knew about my existence. “Striker, wait,” she called me again. “Yeah.” She held me and put something into my palm. “Keep it.” When I checked it, it was a man’s ring. “Is this his?” “Yes.” “I can’t.” I offered it back. “Keep this with you. You can give this to him when he wakes up. I won’t stay long anyway. I leave as soon as I do what I promised to Dad.” “It’s not just a ring. It’s Braddson’s ring. Whether you like it or not, you’re the Braddson heir.” “Well, let me spell it out, Beatreigh. He’s still alive, and I’m just a mistake. I’m not seeing him again after this. So, please, take it.” Beatreigh just gave me a smile with a light nod. “He never took that off, but it had to when he went for MRI. And hate him all you can, but fifty percent of Braddson’s blood is in your veins. He is your father, and I am your aunt. Wher
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LONDON He was lifting weights when he spoke. “Dad wants me to see Moses again.” Since I’d been staying at his house, he had to share his mini gym with me. I lowered the speed of the treadmill. “What’s your thought about it?” This topic was sensitive for him, so I tried not to suggest anything. “I think I did my part the last time, but at the same time, if Moses wants to see me, I’d give it a try.” “Are you doing this for Tate or for you?” There you go, I just did it. “Sorry.” He sat down, wiping off the sweat on his forehead with his shirt. “I don’t know, Vanderford.” He then linked his fingers together as if he wanted to tell me something, but finding the right words was hard. “Come on, sweetheart. You know I will always have your back, whatever decisions you make. I would never judge you.” His smile was so sweet as he met my gaze. “What’s that smile for?” I couldn’t help but smile back. “You just made me smile.” He came to me, and I had to pause my workout and kiss him on
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STRIKER “Welcome, sir Striker.” A butler in a white and black uniform welcomed me. “He’s been expecting you.” “Thank you.” I didn’t ask how. I didn’t set an appointment to see Moses, but here I was, walking into the lion’s den. Moses’ estate was like I’d never seen in the neighborhood. A late renaissance-inspired luxurious castle in the middle of the woods, but I had passed with three levels of security. Passing through the longest hallway alone was tiring, but the whole place looked rich in king-inspired interiors. “How many rooms are in this house?” “This one alone, sir, has thirty-three.” “Is that his lucky number or something?” The butler smiled. “So when you say alone, just this side?” “Yes, sir.” I nodded. I didn’t know if I should be amused or amazed. We stopped in front of the elevator. “I’d like to walk if you don’t mind.” “Of course, sir.” We climbed up through the red-carpeted grand staircases. I couldn’t help but admire the whole place. I’d been to palaces, c
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LONDON “I can’t do this anymore.” My chin trembled as I looked up at the dark sky that seemed to empathize with my situation. “What do you mean?” Linden leaned his elbows against his knees as I got his full attention. “I can’t tell you.” I dropped my gaze and felt so guilty and embarrassed. “I understand. If there’s only one thing I’m sure of, everything’s gonna be okay.” “You don’t know that.” I wiped a single tear that rolled down my cheek. “I know it because we’re here for you. You’re not alone in dealing with it. My buddy will not allow you to mope alone.” “It’s Dad.” My voice cracked. My chest squeezed tight at the thought that I would still push through the wedding because I was selfish and was doing it for myself. “You don’t have to tell me, London, but if you would take my advice, tell Cade everything. A foundation of a strong relationship is trust. Build it with trust, and you both are gonna be okay, even if everything surrounding you seems to start falling apart.” “
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STRIKER “I’d like you to take a look at it if you have time. And tell me about your idea.” Why the fucking hell he trusted me so much with such a huge project? I mean, what did I know about it? In my entire life, I was satisfied with a job that paid my bills. Things only changed lately, and I needed a regular office job before I got married. Although I had investments, savings, and properties, I never depended on dividend income. I still needed a job. “I doubt I can help. I don’t have knowledge about that.” “You haven’t checked it.” “Fine.” After our dinner, his doctor came for a regular check-up. He advised the same thing. Moses needed bed rest, but we seemed to share the same DNA. He was stubborn as fuck. He went to bed after he took his medicine. As soon as the doctor left, he got up, complaining to me. “I’m getting sicker in this house.” “Too bad because you are not going anywhere.” He joined me in the same spot and sat in the wheelchair. “I’d rather spend my time with
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LONDON I spent an hour in a bathtub with wine that no longer appealed to me. I was more concerned with how to break to Striker regarding my father’s true intention. I didn’t tell him last night. I couldn’t. I was too scared to face the consequences. I only said to him that I had some disagreements with my father. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t convinced. He knew I was hiding something, but he somehow respected my decision for now. Right now, he was watching me like a hawk from the corner, but he hadn’t said a word to me. I wasn’t happy with his silence. And it hurt like hell, but I was a selfish bitch and wasn’t ready to lose him. I couldn’t bear it. “The tub is big enough for the both of us.” He just remained there, his arms crossed over his chest, sighing constantly. He bounced his gaze between me and the view outside the window. “When are you gonna see Moses again?” “Monday.” “That’s good.” “Then you should have a one-on-one with your dad?” “Not a chance. He’
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STRIKER She is exceptional. I couldn’t look away or shut my eyes close and miss the most beautiful woman on top of me. And she felt incredibly good. London hadn’t moved, so I gave her time to adjust as I was all hard inside her, and she was so stretched. I skimmed my hands all over her hips, to her abdomen, and her perky tits. I cupped them, paying attention to her puckered nipples, pinching them, and it spiked something inside her, clenching around me. Her eyes started to flutter close as she bit her bottom lip and braced her hands on my chest. “Ride me, baby.” She rose and pushed back down, doing exactly as I told her. With each rise and fall, her clit grazed my base, and it grew her drenched. She bit her bottom lip harder as if drawing strength from it. I held her in place as I met her in the middle, thrusting into her. A gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she threw her head back as I thrust faster and faster, bringing her closer to orgasm. She grew mo
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LONDON What had gotten into me? Striker was right. Last week I wanted to give my father what he wanted so that I could have my payback. Right now, I just watched the man I loved walk away from me, and I didn’t even stop him. He didn’t even finish his food. I felt terrible. Yes, I loved him. It wasn’t hard to fall in love with the right man. He was great, kind, thoughtful, loyal, and selfless. He always thought about my needs above everything else. “God, what should I do? I need a sign.” I looked up. I didn’t pray much but believed the big guy was up there. I searched for Striker everywhere in the house until I remembered his favorite place. “I thought I found you here.” He had whiskey in his hand. He took a sip and didn’t even look in my direction. This was all my fault. My father dragged him into this arrangement, and Striker didn’t think twice about helping me. Me being an ungrateful bitch just hurt his feelings. I sat beside him, placing a hand on his thigh. “I’m sorry.”
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