I knew there was always something there between them. Fox told me to let Anson join. I refused, not only because I didn’t like him, but because of Cole. Hell, even E was on Team Anson back then. Seemed like he still was.
Had I let him in, this entire situation would be different. At least I thought it might be. Maybe Fox would still be alive. Maybe there would be no Laz. Maybe Rosalie would still be here.
I beat myself up every night with the what-ifs of shit.
I was tired of it. I was over it. I’d fucked up. I owned those mistakes and would continue on as I always did.
I drank more.
So did E.
Finally, we were both pretty wasted, so we went to our rooms, and I crawled naked into bed, my phone in my hand. I navigated to my private photos and opened them to find the images and videos of Rosalie I still had.
I hadn’t looked at them in years.
Breathing out, I stared at her naked body as she kissed me. Her engagement ring flashed beneath the overhead lights of my old study.
Cole had recorded it.
I twisted my fingers in her curls and pushed her to her knees so she could suck my cock.
Drunk and feeling like complete shit, I stroked my dick to the video of her blowing me.
Fuck, she’d had an incredible mouth on her.
I watched the video of how I guided her to take all of my cock, and she did so, barely gagging on my size as her hands landed on my thighs.
“How’s that feel, brother?” Cole husked out.
“So fucking good,” I groaned softly as I wrapped her long curls around my hand and guided her on my cock.
I thrust into her mouth faster in the video, chasing a high only she could give me.
“Fuck,” I rasped as I jerked my dick in time to Rosalie sucking me off on the video.
Despite how drunk I was, my dick apparently didn’t get the memo because I blew my load onto my abs before I’d even gotten to fuck her in the video, a low moan of pleasure on my lips.
Breathing hard, I stared at the screen as she stood. In the video, I leaned down and cradled her face.
“I love you, Sunshine,” I whispered against her soft lips.
She smiled, her words soft.
“I love you, too, Enzo. Forever.”
I darkened the screen, feeling so much pain that I just let it out.
I cried softly as I tried to clean myself off in the bathroom.
Finally, I stumbled back to bed and lay down, clutching my phone to me like it was her and she was here.
“I miss you,” I cried out softly into my dark, lonely bedroom.
Time didn’t change a fucking thing.
This was the cherry on top of the empire I built. It was what I knew would happen. It was what I planned for.
All I knew now was that I needed to harden my heart if I were to ever get through this.
