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“Really?” Shaking her head, she lifted her brows. “Because it sure as fuck doesn’t appear that way. You didn’t talk to me about seeing Jerrica. Instead, you put it off on Palmer to ‘convince’ me.” She made air quotes, while her tone grew mocking. “I didn’t notice it before, but now the blinders are off. You tiptoe around certain subjects, like you think you’re going to set off a land mine. If you have so little faith in how much I love you, then we should just—”

I released her chin to cover her mouth with my palm. “Don’t you fucking say it, Arella!”

Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t try to finish the sentence.

Breathing hard, I tightened my grip on her hair. “I don’t doubt your love for me. I know you love me. What I’m scared of is that you’ll open your eyes and realize that I’m not worthy of that love.”

Her teeth sinking into the fleshy part of my palm startled me enough to drop my hand from her mouth. “Idiot,” she snapped. “I swear to god, Jordan. If you ever say such a stupid thing to me again, I’ll…I’ll…”

“What?” I demanded, my heart beating so fast I actually worried I might have a heart attack. “Leave me?”

“No!” she shouted. “Fuck, you are such a dumbass. Why is the first thing that comes to your mind that I will leave you?”

“Because you should,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “Because I don’t deserve you.”

“Jordan.” Her voice had softened, but I couldn’t find the courage to open my eyes. “Jordan, please look at me.”

Gulping around the lump in my throat, I slowly lifted my lids. The sight of tears in her eyes made my stomach bottom out. “Baby, don’t cry. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she rasped. “I love you so much, Jordan. I’ve loved you since I was sixteen, and not once has that love lessened. Not even when I thought we would only ever be friends. Every inch of my heart belongs to you. There is nothing you can say or do that will make me stop loving you.” She cupped both sides of my face in her hands and leaned in until our lips skimmed each other. “The only way I will leave you is if you cheat on me, and I trust you to never do that. Because I know you love me. Because….” She pressed her core down on my already throbbing erection.

Even in the midst of my panic over her leaving me, I couldn’t control the intensity of how much I wanted her.

Arella licked my bottom lip before pulling back just enough to whisper against my mouth, “Because I know every part of you belongs to me, just as every part of me is yours.”

“It does. I belong to you, love,” I agreed with a groan as she rubbed her center along my cock, working herself toward an orgasm that only I’d ever given her. I grabbed her ass beneath her dress, my fingers slipping under her itty-bitty panties covering her already drenched pussy. “And you absolutely belong to me.”

“And that’s why you’re going to start telling me everything.” She whined when I thrust a finger into her from behind while grinding her down on my hardness. “Right, baby?”

“Right,” I vowed. “I swear to you, I’ll always say what’s on my mind. Even if I think it might make you upset with me, I’ll tell you.”

“Good,” she breathed, tossing her head back. “Jordan, I’m close.”

I loved watching her get off. Every time she used my body for pleasure, it brought me gratification even if I didn’t get to find my own release. “Arella, I want you to change your name in the Screen Actors Guild. It bothers me that you keep refusing to add my last name.”

“You know why,” she said, licking her lips as her orgasm quickly approached.

“I don’t give a fuck. The press is going to talk, regardless. The moment you become my wife, the world will know. Let them speculate and come to the wrong conclusions. You and I know the truth.” I curled my finger inside her, rubbing her G-spot. “And that is all that matters, isn’t it, love?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Only us. No one else.”

“You’ll change your name in SAG?” I persisted.

Her teeth bit into her bottom lip for a second before she nodded. “If it means you’ll stop doubting that you can tell me anything, then yes. I’ll be Arella Stevenson-Moreitti.”

It was a compromise I was all too happy to accept. Reaching between us, I quickly pulled out my cock and sat her down on it. Her scream bounced off the soundproof walls of the SUV, sealing our new deal.

Chapter 8

Jordan

Mia had been my best friend since we were both toddlers. There was no one else I wanted to stand beside me while I said my vows to Arella. Dressed in an all-black tux that was similar to my own, she adjusted her jacket over her growing baby bump and eyed me up and down critically.

“I guess you’ll do,” she said with a sigh.

Grinning, I stepped out of the little room where we’d been waiting and found my parents already in the corridor. My father shook my hand before giving me a hug while slapping a hand on my back. We’d never been all that close, but after Arella finally became mine, we’d started seeing things on the same level for the first time.

Mom shooed Dad out of her way and wrapped me in a hug that belied her slight stature. Dad held on to her cane and stood behind her, braced in case he needed to catch her if she stumbled. But there was no reason to worry, because I held on to her so tight there was no way she would fall.

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