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Because life is too small. It’s too short to contain us. It never could.
You got to wear that necklace for a month. It was our happiest.
You think you lost it that night. You didn’t. I know who has it. So fuck him.
I bought you a new one. I’m watching you sleep beside me, and it’s around your neck.
You look like an angel, you know?
Like when you’re awake, your violet eyes are so intense, your beauty is too much.
What are those mythical women called? Syrens? No. Sirens. Women who sound so beautiful they lure men to their death.
Yep, that’s you.
But not with me.
You bring me to life. I know how soft you really are. Like your heart. Like this bed. I’m honored to be here. I know why you don’t trust men. So when you sleep beside me like this, it’s like you’re an angel, only trusting me to protect you.
Because you know I will.
But I don’t know what to do when I look at you like this, after what we did tonight. Because I know what you want next. I do too. You were my first and I want you to be my last.
I love you, Cade. I always will.
But if we don’t stop, that may be the most evil thing I ever do.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“You’re going where?”
It’s not like I report to Penny, but we’re a team, and I owe her the update.
“I’m going to New York. I’m on a private jet Redix booked for me, and they let you use your phone.”
It takes Penny a second. I don’t blame her. I’ve never taken a day off except for family leave to help Mama. So I’ve banked over three months of vacation and never planned to use it.
But plans change.
“Why New York? Why not LA, where he lives?”
This’ll knock her socks off. I can’t believe it myself.
“Because I agreed to do a photoshoot with him, and he’s meeting me there.”
Here it comes…
“A what? A fucking photoshoot? Are you a cop or a cover girl?”
There’s no anger in her voice—only shock.
“It’s the ten-year anniversary of BOUND, our perfume ad. The designer, Marco Rossi, he’s releasing its companion fragrance, FREE. He booked Redix for the new campaign—”
“And he talked you into doing it with him.”
Now she sounds miffed.
“Sorta.” The Atlantic sparkles outside my window. “He cut a deal with Marco and got him to pay us two hundred and fifty thousand each. Redix is donating his to his crisis centers, and I’m gonna pay off all my mama’s medical bills and donate the rest too.”
