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I clutched the candle I brought behind me, while taking an instinctive step back. “A couple of weeks ago. I told you my Mom died so I had to stay with Gideon.” “Wait a minute. So Gideon's your Dad.” I clarified. He simply shrugged as he stepped in front of me while the chips made a crinkling noise. “What are you doing here?” My pulse began to beat in my ears at his question. I couldn't tell him the truth. He can't find out that I've been hooking up with his Dad. “I, umm…” I stuttered. “I came to… collect the original divorce documents from Gideon.” The lie came out naturally.

He asked the servant that escorted Jude in to get him some snacks, the servant bowed and left. "It has been a long time," Edwardo said with a smile, he dropped the files he was sorting and focused on Jude. "Yes Sir, but I'm fully back," Jude replied, returning the smile. "How is your father doing?" Edwardo asked Jude with concern before rising up from his office desk. He walked towards Jude and sat on the couch opposite the one he was sitting on. "As busy as ever with work. He isn't yet ready to retire," Jude replied and dropped his cell phone beside him.

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o

“I don’t bite. Unless asked nicely.” “Jason…” “You look absolutely beautiful tonight, Melissa.” His hand pressed more firmly against the small of my back, guiding me into the rhythm. “That dress… It's criminal.” “Thank you.” I kept my voice polite and distant. “You know what else is criminal?” His thumb traced small circles against my spine through the fabric. “The way my father looks at you.” My breath caught. “I don’t know what you…” “Don’t.” His smile was sharp. Knowing. “I may have been raised by my grandfather, but I inherited my father’s ability to read people. And the way he looks at you, Melissa… that’s not how a man looks at his future stepdaughter.”

“How can you be so cavalier about this?” Liam has no idea the extent of our dad’s crimes against me, if he did, he wouldn’t ask such stupid questions. “He could’ve done something … desperate,” Liam continues speaking disconcertingly. “He’s not answering our calls, and no one has seen him in days. Don’t you give a damn?” No, not really, I want to say, but can’t bring myself to be that big of a dick to my brother. “I’m sure he’s fine, Liam. But I’ve got my own shit to deal with right now. You and Cathy are worrying over nothing. Dad loves himself way too much to do something that stupid. He’s probably somewhere plotting his great political comeback to the senate.”

And because somewhere between the rage and the reckoning, I’d fallen in love with a man made of scars and contradictions who ran an underworld and made me breakfast and knelt at my feet when he’d wronged me. He told me everything. All of it—the operations, the risks, the people who depended on him and the people who wanted him dead. He laid his empire open like a body on a table and let me see every ugly organ and every necessary vein and asked me not to look away. I didn’t. My father called once, two weeks after the three months ended. Sober this time—genuinely sober, the first time in years. He said he was in a program. He said he was sorry. He said he didn’t deserve my forgiveness but he

“But words do better with me. So.. tell me, are you and Nora a couple or is she trying to be something with you? Did anything happen in my absence?” He must have taken a few more breaths before he gave me an answer. “I'm not even sure why I'm telling you this but I guess you have the right to know.” Right to know… that sounded more than suspicious. I floored my breath and remained quiet. “okay? So what is it?” He exhaled again and then finally, “We aren't dating. I have no romantic feelings for her and she sees me as nothing but her friend, I have no idea why you would even think that.”

Easy. “I understand that,” he said. “I’m taking Lucas home. He’s been very excited.” “Are you visiting family?” I asked. “My parents live nearby,” he said. “And home is… well. Home.” Something in his tone shifted, not sad, exactly, but careful. Like he was choosing each word deliberately. “And you?” he asked. “Any big holiday plans?” “No,” I said quickly. Too quickly. I softened it. “Just me. Walking. Eating. Existing without answering questions.”

Hearing Kendra talking about Richard’s best and worst decisions as he tried to shift the outdated corporate culture with plenty of resistance from his shareholders, Emily wondered how such a man could be so completely different in his private life. “Then again, he’s not the most logical or reliable person. Our CEO is handsome and refreshing, but he isn’t without flaws. There’s a personality gap between his work and private life. A few years ago, he became a single father, and the flaws became more obvious for staff working in the HQ.”

“You want to go talk to her, don’t you?” “I want to do way more than talk, and you know it. You also know I’m trying pretty hard not to confuse my son, and I don’t know why you are actively sabotaging me in that.” “Because this is the first girl you’ve given more than a passing glance in five years? Because you both have really great chemistry? Because she’s got the face of an angel and a body made for sin?” “You need to lay off the romance novels, Trav.”