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My chin tucked to my chest, confused by that statement. I was Milo fucking Pampinella, who the hell said I couldn’t have it both ways? Who the fuck was going to stop me? No one, no one told me what to do. I was the one giving out orders.

“Well, I’m off, kiddo. You need anything else, just give me a call.”

Wyatt stood with Doc, lingering when the old man shuffled to the door.

“I’m gonna make sure Jennifer is gone and get the code changed. You need anything else?”

I shook my head, staring straight ahead, unblinking, while sipping my wine. Brooding over what he said, I was writhing with anger.

“See you in the morning, boss.”

I jutted my chin in response. Waiting to hear the door close behind them, I downed the rest of the drink, set it on the table, and stood. Hastily grabbing my cigarettes, I went to our bedroom and opened the door as quietly as I could.

She was curled into herself, her back to me, hugging a pillow, sound asleep.

I huffed, tossing the pack on the dresser. Stripping out of my trousers, I opened a drawer to get a pair of pajama pants, donning them quickly. My arm stretched to close the door while I craned my neck to watch for any signs I was making too much noise.

Slowly approaching the bed, I loomed over her, raking my sight along her profile. This was the woman of my dreams, the love of my life. There was no way in hell I could live without her. Maybe Doc and Wyatt were right. Maybe it was time I devoted myself to just one woman.

I carefully peeled the comforter and sheet away to check out her body. My heart lurched at naked flesh, my cock hardening. One perfect, stunning, sexy woman with large curves in all the right goddamn places.

Groaning, I slid onto the mattress, tucking my legs beneath the covers. One laid on top of hers, my arms tenderly linking around her form.

I could think of worse things in the world than to be committed to only her. If I had to have only one body to pleasure me the rest of my life, it would be Chastity’s. She was made for me. I couldn’t have designed someone better myself.

It wasn’t like she didn’t satisfy me. In fact, the more I fell in love with her, the longer it took me to peak with my side chicks. Sometimes, I even had to pull up Chastity’s image to finally manage an orgasm.

The whole reason I had multiple lovers was because I enjoyed the rush, the thrill of sneaking around behind their backs. It was a game, wondering how long I could go before I got caught.

It was a hobby.

I kissed her shoulder, staring at her face. “I love you, Chazzy,” I whispered, setting my chin to her bicep.

It was time to find a new hobby because there was no way I could ever let her go, and killing her would only kill me, too. To save us both, I needed to learn how to be…monogamous.

“Fuck,” I wheezed, turning my cheek to her bicep. I was about to face the hardest challenge of my life.

Chapter 30

Chastity Monroe

My brain fought consciousness, warning of the pain I’d feel when I did. Though I didn’t recall everything right away, I was already crying before I opened my eyes. Milo stirring behind me brought a sudden rush of images. My heart ripped, my soul died, and I wailed.

“Hm?” he coughed, waking up. “Shh,” he urged, kissing from my bicep to my neck. “Don’t cry, baby girl.”

“Don’t touch me!” I screeched, elbowing him and trying to scoot away.

“No, no, come back.” His arm hooked around my waist, tugging me to his chest. “Shh, listen to me.”

“No, I hate you.”

“Don’t say that!” he barked loudly, ringing my eardrum painfully.

I grimaced, sucking on the back of my teeth, covering it.

He rolled me over and cupped my cheek, whisking the tears away. “I love you, Chazzy.”

“No, you don’t,” I whimpered, a sob building in my chest, straining my ribs to the breaking point. “How could you when you… you…” It burst forth and I howled, covering my face. I had never felt a pain like this before. Jennifer warned me! She told me I was going to get hurt.