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“Shhh,” he tells me as he kisses me. “You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong, baby.”

He deepens the kiss and I moan as he sucks on my tongue.

“What the fuck is happening,” King roars, and I jump in surprise.

Oh God, I thought he was sleeping.

“How long has this been going on? Don’t you know she just had my dick in her?” King sneers, and my eyes widen as my hands shake.

I never wanted this. Here I am, fucking things up yet again. Classic Tempest.

“You will not speak about her like that,” Roman roars.

This is one of the first times I’ve seen him lose his temper, and it literally takes my breath away. I never wanted to pit father against son. Everything is moving so fast.

Panic sets in as King walks further into the kitchen. “Isn’t she a little young for you, Dad? You’re a fucking hypocrite! You preach the Bible, but you’re getting your rocks off with my girl,” King says, pushing Roman.

“I’m not your girl…” I whisper, but they’re too far into their fight to listen.

“You’re delusional. You’ve been so angry at her that all you’ve done is push her away. You’re with Holly, or have you forgotten that?” Roman snaps.

King sighs. “I broke up with her. We’re not together anymore. Look, Tempest—”

But I’m done. I don’t want to hear what he has to say right now, and I can’t breathe. Rushing out of the room, I escape their ire. I can’t be the one to ruin things again.

Why do I have to fuck everything up?

ROMAN

I have never been as disappointed in my son as I am right now. How dare he disrespect Tempest like that. I don’t care that they slept together. If I’m honest, I guess I knew it was going to happen eventually. He loves her, and I completely understand why. She’s just irresistible. But he can not stand here and talk about her like that.

She runs out the room and I fight not to follow after her. But King and I need to have this out now, so that we can move on from this and talk about the possibility of becoming a family. The three of us. Because I am not letting Tempest get away. She’s been the missing piece in our empty lives.

“Enough! I will not have you stand here and talk about her like that. You don’t know anything, King. Am I sorry you had to find out like this? Yes, but it doesn’t change anything.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“She was mine! We may have been apart, but you knew how I felt. You spent months talking to me when she left. You knew,” he chokes, getting emotional, and I feel like the worst father in the world.

I move closer to him, to comfort him, when he glances up at the hall and freezes.

“Holly, what are you doing here?” he says nervously, and I know that we’re in trouble.

HOLLY

A text! That asshole thinks he can break up with me? Over a text? I throw my covers off and scream for Bella, my maid, to get my clothes ready for today. I can’t believe he thought he could send me a message like that while I slept. He should know better by now. I almost had him perfectly trained, until that little homewrecking slut came into his life again. This is all Tempest’s fault.

Bella picks out a demure top and a pair of slacks as I quickly do my hair and makeup. I scoff at what she chose, but I’m too angry to scold her right now. I’m holding onto all my rage for two people in particular, and when I’m done with them… Hoo, they don’t know the hurricane they just awoke.

I show up at King’s house and bang on the door, but no one comes. I can hear shouting from inside, and they are not bothering to censor themselves. I pull out my phone and hit record, letting the devious little smirk show on my lips. Oh this is golden. So much better than ripping King to shreds.

I try the door and am pleased to find it unlocked. Slipping inside, I’m happy Bella didn’t set out high heels for me to wear. There’s no way I’d be able to sneak in while wearing them.

Continuing to record, I hear father and son fighting over that skank. As Tempest runs out of the kitchen, I hide around the corner, gasping. I know there’s more to see, and I don’t want to be caught yet. I will emerge victorious with the information I seek.

“She was mine!” King yells, and my blood boils.

Oh no she wasn’t! King is mine! How could the little whore be with him while I was dating him? No one cheats on me and survives!

I get more and more angry as I listen, and I can’t even bring myself to care when King sees me.

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