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I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Brandon asked, unlike all of us he was the only one who was wearing a three piece suit for drinks on our boys night out. I was about to say nothing, but then looking at their faces, I changed my answer and said, “I fûcked up.” Alex, who was engrossed in a book titled ‘The first year’ up until now, put it down above the one named: What to expect when you’re expecting, and finally looked up. According to Dom there’s a carton of those books that he bought on their way here in the car. He stared at me, picked up his drink and finished it in one swallow and put his glass down next to the books then said, “I’ll collect on that bet later, Dom. Now, tell me how exactly did you fûck up.”

It's just a name, men can be just as stubborn as women when they want to be. "Okay, I will call you Kitty, if you get your arse up, dressed and sort something out with Alena?" I nod moving lying next to him. "What exactly can I do Master?" I know Alena's business; I am not so sure how it can help me though. "Well there are a few things, one is you can talk to women who have been through similar to you. Then there is pole dancing, lap dancing, body confidence courses, self-esteem courses, you choose Kitty." I look at him.

He crouched down, grabbing Chole’s shirt and yanking him up slightly. “Listen to me,” Theo said, his voice steady, deadly. “You don’t get to decide her worth. You don’t get to break her. You don’t get to win.” His grip tightened. “You’re nothing. Just a miserable little coward who couldn’t stand the fact that she didn’t want you.” Chole sneered. “And what does that make you? The knight in shining armor?” Theo leaned in, his voice a whisper now. “No.” His lips curled into a dangerous smirk. “I’m the man who’s going to make sure you regret ever touching her.”

He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet. Aria’s laugh echoed from the back, and he turned toward it. That was why he came, after all. Not for the book. Not for the woman with ink-stained fingers and stars in her eyes. Or so he told himself. “I’ll wait for her out front,” he said. Lena nodded. “Take your time.” He turned to go, but paused at the door. Glanced back. “You always hand books out to strange men in suits?” "Only the ones who appear to have forgotten how to feel," she said, soft but unafraid.

Nathan nodded; with the double surviving a close call, those people should quiet down for a while. He was about to discuss some work-related matters when he noticed a book near Matthew's hand. The cover was a light pink, featuring an illustration of a beautiful woman. Nathan couldn't stop thinking about it.. His face instantly turned red, assuming Boss didn't know about these things, but it seemed he secretly read them in his room! He quickly shifted his gaze away. *Bang* The book down. In his surprise, Nathan read the book's title, "How to Be a Qualified Husband."

“I read about it in a book, and I thought it might work well because of your baby bump.” “What book was that?” I ask “The Kama Sutra for Pregnant People?” He laughs. “No, it was called, How to Make Love When Your Woman is Prego,” he explains. I wonder if he would mind sharing the book with the other Alphas. As far as I can tell, none of the Alphas seem to have a problem sharing, which works in my favor. Reece holds me close, and I feel sleepiness descending upon me. Any more, sleeping, eating, and having sex are about all I do. I wish my life was more exciting, especially since I know everything will change so drastically once the babies are born.

She nods and releases me, and I watch her walk away with her shoulders a little straighter. Similar conversations happen at every event. Women thank me for putting their experiences into words, for validating feelings they thought were shameful or wrong. Some are still married and working on it. Some are divorced and healing. Some are planning their exits. But men come too, which surprises me. They approach apologetically, saying the book opened their eyes to controlling behaviors they didn't recognize in themselves. One man tells me he bought copies for his sons, wanting them to understand what partnership actually means.

Why won’t he leave me alone and fucking find someone else? I’m tired. So damn tired. I don’t want him in my life anymore. He’s too much—too confusing, too consuming. One moment he makes me feel like I’m fire itself. The next, he tears me down until I’m ashes. I slammed the glass back on the table, sucking in a shaky breath. On stage, the MC’s voice rang out, firm and full of life. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Blakewood!” My eyes shifted to the man stepping onto the stage, his suit the same from hours ago when we talked, his smile easy as he prepared to give his speech.

If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.