~ Sylara's POV ~ "What... what did you just say?" I breathed out. I needed him to say the words again, because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine he would stand in front of me and ask me to be his girlfriend. "If being your man is the only way you will allow me to take care of you and take responsibility for your life, then let's date," he said softly, taking my hands into his massive, warm ones. My mind reeled. So that was why? He wanted to be responsible for me—not because he actually loved me, but because he saw me as a burden he needed to manage? I slowly slipped my hands out of his grip and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, staring out at the blurred Manhattan skyline. A sudden, sharp anger flared in my chest. I knew he was significantly older than me, but I certainly wasn't a child. I was twenty-three years old. I could take care of myself. I didn't need a guardian. "What do you think, Sylara?" Nick's deep voice resonated right behind me. "Is it
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