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Hers or not, reachable or not. She loved all of him.

Then her eyes went red. "No, Ethan... are you really cutting me off? You can't just leave me!" Tears poured down her face. She dropped her head, voice shaking like she was talking to herself. "We used to be so good..." Yeah. Bet it felt good blowing my cash on her boy toy while treating my loyalty like trash. Those nights I waited up, only to see her stumble in reeking of booze and covered in hickeys—only I knew what that kind of heartbreak tasted like.

“I'm sorry all these are happening right now, you're having a hard time as well,I don't know what to do to relieve you of it even a little bit “ She looked at me, from my mask I could see her smile dryly. She wasn't lively today, she wasn't her true self. “I know what you've got to do to make me happy “ I became curious. “And what would that be?” She grinned a little.. “Make Love to me,I know this is just a ten night thing but I don't want sex Rick,I don't want the rush of adrenaline because I want to become pregnant,I want to feel loved,I want to be touched, caressed like every man would do to a woman.. please “

She mumbled something but I didn't hear exactly what she said. I ran towards her and embraced her in my arm, afraid of what if she disappears. "Oh, God! Sheila. Where have you been?" I looked at her hazel eyes which were directly looking into mine. Without wasting another second I crashed my lips onto her, enjoying her warm lips against mine which is smoothening my whole throbbing system. Thank God!! She is alive. *

But the bottom line for her at that moment was that she loved Lorenzo, and when he got that brooding darkness in his eyes it scared her and made her feel shut out. “I’d like to get married in a church if you don’t mind,” she announced breezily. “In a totally over-the-top dress. So, if you're planning on going before a judge with this… dream on, baby, dream on!” Lorenzo's wide, sensual mouth eased into a smile. She felt like a performing clown, but that smile warmed her like the sunshine and she was defenseless against it. She’ll always be defenseless in front of the man she loved with all her heart.

It will be better to say… She is still holding onto the past incidents and she STILL hates Thorn clan. ‘ It doesn’t matter to you. I will help you but only if you are capable of bringing The Thorns down.’ I am skillfully capable of bringing down empires like these. She wants me to help her tear down Thorn Clan in return of her help. That’s never happening. A King never tears down his own Kingdom. Liars don’t like other liars. She is too wrong about this. Liars adore other liars.

He's cheating with her step-sister! Sometimes I even wanted to knock on her head, make her realize that she really doesn't love Jiro! D the! She is only fvcking blinded of her thoughts! Thoughts of her being so hopelessly romantic because Jiro is her first boyfriend. The guy who thought her how to love. Her first love and now she's hoping that Jiro will be her last too.

I whisper against her wet hair. Her arms tighten around me. "Oh, Sarn, I love you too." Lightning doesn't strike and the earth doesn't open up and swallow us. She loves me even knowing my sins. I will steal every minute possible with her so she soothes away the pain as only she can do.

Could I stop being a storm long enough to give her peace? I didn’t know. But I’d try. God, I’d try. I looked down at her. Her lashes flickered slightly, like maybe she was dreaming. Or fighting to wake up. Her lips parted just a little. And her fingers were still curled in the fabric of my shirt, like even asleep, she couldn’t let go. She loved chocolate. And vanilla. She loved both because she was that kind of person. The kind who loved contradictions. Who held onto softness and fire in the same breath.

Her eyes are fluttering shut, her voice soft and cracking. “I love you, Logan. I really do. And I hate that you don’t see it…” I stand there, watching her. Her breath slows, her body curls beneath the blanket like a child seeking comfort. She’s not awake. Not fully. Not enough to mean it. And that’s the thing, isn’t it? She’ll say she loves me when she’s drunk. When she’s lost. When she’s not thinking straight. But never when it counts. Never when she’s sober.