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“My grandpa had Alzheimer’s and my grandma didn’t want the added burden of a troubled kid.” He was glad the words came out as if they still didn’t eat a hole through him like acid.
“Oh. I’m sorry about your granddad and I can understand why your grandma didn’t take you in. She probably thought—”
“You can?” He’d expected her to be on his side.
“My dad had cancer and it was all we could do to stay afloat. I don’t mean money; I mean emotionally. Me and my mom…Sometime there’s only so much you can take.”
“I was her grandchild. The child of her daughter who’d just died.”
“And she should’ve taken you in”—her fingers caressed his chest—“but I’m saying it’s hard and we’re all human. She may not have been as strong as you or maybe she thought her other kids would...” Her eyes narrowed. “How do you know all this. There’s no way child services told you.”
“I paid for my records. All of them.” It was the first thing he’d done once he’d become rich.
“They aren’t supposed to do that.”
“Money can buy everything.”
“That’s not true. It doesn’t buy what’s important.”
“Really? Then why did my uncle and aunt contact me once I became a billionaire?”
“Those bastards.”
He almost flinched from the fire in her eyes.
“I hope you told them where they could go.”
He loved her indignation and fury because it was for him. She was in his corner. He’d known the moment he’d met her that she’d be loyal and steadfast. She wouldn’t be like everyone else and leave him when things went bad. “It doesn’t matter.” He rolled, pinning her beneath him.
“It does matter.”
“No, it doesn’t.” He brushed the hair from her face. “Not anymore.” Because he’d found her, and she was all that mattered now. He kissed her, telling her without words how he felt.
CHAPTER 43: Harker
Harker paced in the living room, eager and yet nervous about tonight. Last week with Alison had been perfect. Without the game the two of them had spent the days and evenings together like before, talking and working but it was so much better. Instead of him stealing surreptitious glances at her and going to bed horny and alone, he’d seduce her or grab her and haul her to bed. Either way ended with him fucking her until he was too exhausted to move.
“Are you almost ready?” Harker couldn’t believe he was as nervous as a schoolboy with his first girlfriend. He really wanted Alison to enjoy the night he’d planned for them at La Petite Mort Club.
“Almost. Stop barking at me,” yelled Alison from the bedroom.
“Oh, you’d so better watch that mouth.”
“Or what?” She laughed.
“Or I’ll take exquisite pleasure in punishing you at the Club.” He stopped near the doorway to their bedroom.
“You’ll do that anyway.”
“Normally I would but I have other things planned for tonight.”
“Are you sure about this.” The door opened and Alison stepped into the living room.
The blood fled his brain and went straight to his cock. Her hair hung loose, making his fingers twitch to grab it and guide her head down his chest. Her hair would be soft and fragrant, seducing him as she made her way to his dick.
Her lavender dress stopped at mid-thigh, displaying her firm, sexy legs and the scooped neckline accentuated her breasts, drawing his eyes. She must be wearing a pushup bra because her small mounds filled the top and made his mouth water.
“Is everything okay?” She glanced down at her outfit. “Should I change? I know—”
