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“I meant it when I said what’s mine is yours.”
“It doesn’t matter how much you flirt with me. I still hate you.”
He leaned back against his dresser, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Is that what I’m doing? Flirting with you?”
“Ledger…”
He walked toward me, each step more determined than the last, until he stood inches away from my face with his eyes dilated. Before I knew what was happening, he backed me up against the wall and caged me in with his arms.
Meeting his intense, brazen stare, I replied, “This isn’t going to work. I’m immune to your bullshit.”
“Well, my cock isn’t immune to yours.” To prove his point, he thrust it against my core.
“That was so inappropriate. You can’t—”
Then he did something that truly surprised me. He dropped down to his knees. For a second, I thought it was sexual, but he quickly showed me a side to him I never expected to see or experience with him.
He opened my suit jacket and kissed the uncovered skin on my belly. I froze, and I swear I stopped breathing. I didn’t know what to say. I barely knew how to feel.
“I can’t wait to meet you,” he rasped against my stomach. “I love you so much already.”
Why is he doing this to me?
He looked up at me with a wicked expression and added, “Now tell your mommy to stop pretending that she doesn’t want Daddy sleeping next to her every night.”
I smiled. “You can tell your daddy that Mommy has no interest in sleeping next to him because their relationship is strictly platonic.”
“At least Mommy admitted she has a relationship with Daddy.” He kissed my belly one last time before he stood, and I acted as if I wasn’t fazed by his sudden tender moment that I quickly wanted more of.
Instead of giving in to his incessant demands, I excused myself to use the shower, and to my shock, he let me go without saying another word. I think he was just as taken aback by what he’d done.
I needed to get rid of his scent.
His touch.
The memories of us that had the power to break me all over again.
Moving on autopilot, I blinked, and I was standing in the shower, welcoming the heat against my tense frame. I allowed the hot water to burn into my skin, hoping it’d take away the mixed emotions I was experiencing. Pressing my hands against the shower wall, I leaned my forehead against the cool stone tile. I closed my eyes, still feeling his strong, callused fingers all over my flesh. His body on top of mine, hearing echoes of his dirty words and hurtful ones.
No matter how much I tried or wanted to push away the unrelenting questions with no answers, it was no use. My mind ran wild. I couldn’t get my feelings under control.
I stayed in there until the water ran cold and finally stepped out. After drying off, I threw on his hoodie and sweatpants with no panties. Once I finished brushing my damp hair with his brush, I inhaled a deep breath and walked back out to his bedroom.
I stopped dead in my tracks, instantly blown away by the vision in front of me. An obscene amount of food was laid out on his bed, all of which were still my favorites.
Pepperoni pizza.
Chicken wings.
Breadsticks galore.
My mouth watered by simply taking it in.
I was exhausted, tired of fighting my emotions with this man, and we’d only just started what could be described as pure and utter torture for the next six months. I was in for a rough ride if this was any indication of where we were headed.
“Felicia said you needed to gain weight, and since you’re on bed rest, I brought food to you.”
“Is that from Mariano’s?”
