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he asked. “No, not like this,” she said in a stammering way.” “I love that I’m the first man to make you feel this great and different, I have always dreamed of this day, when you will yawn for more, thinking of you always makes me fucking hard, this isn’t fake, my love, this is me saying it because it’s true, I love you and will starve without you.

And just a week after the funeral, I discovered I was a month pregnant. " What's my husband doing with my sister?" I cried, curled up by the bedside. It's one of the maids quarters in my father's mansion. Out of everywhere in the whole mansion, they dropped me on the cold floor of an abandoned room. I propped my knees, and cupped my chin. " What do I do? Who do I talk to? Why did this have to happen to me?" My mind was clear about him. He was my Sylvester, but the way he frowned when I called him sparks of some mischief. I don't know, but it feels like my husband faked his own death.

Slow. His mouth at my ear, his voice so low it didn't travel, existing only in the space between his lips and my skin. "Look what you made me do, kitten." The shaking moved up my arms into my shoulders. His hand came up and moved my hair aside, fingers slow and deliberate against the back of my neck. "You have to be punished." END OF CHAPTER 13

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His focus swung to her. I returned to the room and looked blankly into the mirror. I just kept telling myself, over and over, that I'd soon be done with all of this for good. As I got to my feet, voices carried in from the next room. "It's a good thing you found it. Ashley, don't leave your bracelet on the bathroom sink again." "Okay. It's so pretty. I really hope it's a girl." "Boy or girl, I'll love them the same. Come here. Let me have a little heart-to-heart with my baby."

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I blurted, then clapped a hand over my mouth. Maya froze. “Wait. THE Adrian Harrington? Billionaire, broody, terrifying cheekbones?” I nodded miserably. “He asked me to… pretend to be his girlfriend. And I said yes.” The silence lasted a single stunned heartbeat. Then Maya exploded—half laugh, half squeal. “You WHAT?” “I know, I know—” “You WHAT?” She threw her arms in the air. “You said YES? To the human embodiment of a stock market crash?”

My pulse thundered in my ears as I stood there, frozen on the bottom rung of the ladder, the book still clutched uselessly in my hands. I hadn’t heard him come home. The mansion had been so quiet—Adrian out handling last-minute wedding details, the staff busy elsewhere. I’d let myself believe I had time. Just a few stolen minutes to breathe, to be whole again. But now Malachi was staring at me like I’d ripped his heart out and handed it back to him in pieces. And I think I did. “Zendaya…” His voice was rough, barely controlled. “Have you been pretending this whole damn time?”

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

The sight of us in the mirror-him holding me with his hand wrapped in my hair, forcing my head back while my breasts spill out of my bra-is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I want to burn the image into my brain. "Have you let him play with your pussy, princess?" He squeezes my slick heat possessively as if claiming something that belongs to him. Roman nips my ear. "Have you?" He squeezes me again and asks, "Do you let him play with this pussy? My pussy?" I blink, thinking I must be dreaming, but the sensual image shimmering in front of me doesn't waver or dissolve.