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Deep down, she knew that her journey toward self-discovery and empowerment was an individual one, untethered to the approval or inclusion of those who underestimated her. Dejected and determined to find a way forward, Virginia immersed herself in the depths of Gerald's personal library, surrounded by shelves filled with knowledge and possibilities. As she pored over the pages of various books on hosting banquets, she found herself yearning for more contemporary information that could help her navigate the intricacies of organizing such an event. ‌

Judging by her age, she couldn't have had many masters, but you never know in our fucked up world. I should have fucking trusted my gut. She didn’t even know what she wanted. I fucking knew I needed to wait and that she needed time. But like a dumbass, when she offered, I couldn't say no. Was she even offering because she actually wanted it or because she realized that I wanted it? Maybe she was confusing my wants with her wants. It could be because she was trained to put others' needs before hers, so much so that fulfilling others' needs had become her need.

“What do you want?” “Now,” she panted as he rubbed the pads of his fingers right across that sweet spot inside her. “God, please. I need…” “Me to stop?” “No. No, sir!” Her voice came fast, hard, in between breathless sighs. Color bloomed in her cheeks, and the sunshine rained down on her fair skin until she looked like she was glowing. God help her, because Jack had every intention of taking her, not just to his bed, but to his playroom and driving her up and over so sweetly and so often that she would have no more qualms about pleading for what she wanted and turning to him when she needed it.

"Y-You… When did you come in?" "Just a while ago. I was thirsty." Flustered, he was just about to explain when I said, "You're actually right, you know? One has to consider all aspects before getting involved in a relationship. My strength is that there won't be any family complications on my side because of how simple my family is." My honesty seemed to put him on edge. "No, I didn't mean that, Maddie. I didn't mean what I said. Chelsea and I, there'll never be anything between us. You—"

I am not redeemable. Which is why you need to stop reading because I will definitely break your heart and shatter every bit of hope you have for me. But then again I don't care about your feelings. I have never cared for anyone's feelings. I am a self-centered man who only cares for himself and himself alone and in the process, I am about to lose the greatest gift life has ever given to me. Ava Jones. But do I still care? So I am warning you one last time, find something else to read because I will break you and you would curse the day you read this prologue.

he said without hesitation. Her head snapped up at his certainty. “You don’t have to believe it yet,” he added. “But I do. I’ve seen it, Eden. You’ve carried more than most people could even survive. And you’re still here. Still standing. Still fighting.” She wanted to argue, but the words caught in her throat. “I hate this,” she admitted. “Needing anyone. It feels weak. I feel weak.” “Needing someone isn’t weakness,” Callum said. “It’s human.”

But she had given them from a place of wholeness rather than from a place of damage and what she needed afterward was not recovery in the conventional sense. What she needed was rest. She recognized the difference and was honest about it because she had learned that being honest about what you actually needed rather than what the word for the situation suggested you should need was how you got what would actually help. She told Darius on a Wednesday morning that she needed a week or less. He looked at her. "Tell me what less means," he said.

But I need him. The understanding hits me with startling clarity. I need him right now. It’s a desperate desire, one I can’t control or rationalize. I need to be as close to him as possible, need to feel his warmth, his solid presence. I need confirmation that he’s real and alive and here. It’s not lust. Not exactly. It’s deeper than that. More primal. It’s a need. But I don’t know how to ask for what I want when I don’t even understand it myself.

Raw, elemental need. She found his mouth with hers and kissed him like she was drowning. His hands came up to frame her face, careful of her belly, and she made a sound of frustration because careful wasn't what she needed. She needed him to match the intensity burning through her, needed him to give her something to anchor to besides the chaos in her chest. "I need you," she said against his lips. "I need this. I need you."

He needed to satisfy his urge and he wasn't letting go. --- what do you think of this chapter?