Ciara's POV "We could go far away somewhere. Me and you, alone… in a house, in a bed—" "That’s just what it is," I cut in. "You’re looking for a mistress, right? Someone to warm your bed every night." I shake my head. "Cain, I am not that kind of woman. I want stability. I want a husband. I want to be married. I want a family." I started recounting everything, with my heart beating very fast. He said nothing for a moment, just staring down at where he was imprisoning my wrist, then at the floor. I knew that was exactly the kind of person he was. The playboy, and I was just another conquest for him. "What exactly are you offering me, Cain?" I stepped closer. "A reckless life? to be your secret?" I let out a hollow laugh. "You ruin lives." When he still stayed silent, I tried to shrug my hand free so I could keep moving, but he didn’t let go. "I don’t do relationships," he said, then his voice dropped. "But for you?" His jaw tightened. "I’d break my own rules." "I saw your
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