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“What can I do?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” He replied, tightening his arms around me. “Right now, I just want to crawl inside you and hide. Does that make me weak? Do you find me less sexy hearing that?”
“Who said that made you weak?”
“Doesn’t society say a man should be strong—alpha?”
“Society can suck it.” I muttered.
Carter laughed softly and looked up into my face.
He used a hand to frame a side of my face and sighed.
“Kiss?” He wanted to know.
Without answering, I kissed him, tenderly. I pressed my chest against his because I knew he liked my breasts against him—he liked feeling me on him.
He moaned.
I held him for a bit longer but released him as Dillon’s footsteps thundered down the stairs.
“Do you want me to stay?” I asked.
Carter shook his head. “I have to do this alone.”
“Okay.” I kissed his forehead, then his temples. “I’ll check the property, but I won’t be far. If anything, Dillon knows how to reach me.”
Carter tilted his head. “He does?”
“Yup.”
I blew him a kiss just as Dillon knocked then stuck his head in.
“Hi Dillon.” I folded my arms behind my back and stepped through the door.
10
CARTER
I wasn’t sure how we got here.
No matter what horrible things I’d done in a previous life, it didn’t mean I deserved this.
I paused a moment as faint traces of Seema’s perfume slowly disappeared from the air—a part of me panicked because I needed something of her to keep me strong in this moment.
My father had always told me not to depend on a woman for anything. But that mentality left him and my mother miserable. He was never able to be vulnerable for and with her.
I was young but even I could see he was tough with her to the point of cruelty.
He carried everything on his shoulders, kept everything to himself. The family went bankrupt, and my mother only found out when she went to the bank to withdraw money for groceries and there was no money.
There wasn’t even an account.
I heard them arguing that night.
No matter how disconnected they were with me as parents, I’d never them really go at it—I couldn’t remember up to that point, my mother ever raising her voice.
But the fact of us losing everything must have angered my mother so much, she’d called him acold, closed-off bastardwhodidn’t deserve a good woman.
