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Blinking away the wetness in my eyes, I turn to see Zoe next to me, having shifted across the bench seat, her blue eyes wide with worry and glassy with her own emotions.
“I’m here,” she whispers, offering me a small but warm smile.
A huge sense of relief washes over me as I realize the conviction in her tone.
“I’m sorry, Grayson. I never meant for any of this to get so far out of hand. I wanted to make you pay. For Dirty Diamonds. For my mom’s letter. For… well all of it, but this time it wasn’t me. I asked someone for help, and I guess they must have taken it upon themselves. I think. Hell, I really don’t know.”
“I deserve it.” I admit, my shoulders sagging in defeat. “I deserve all of it and more for what I did at Dirty Diamonds.”
Zoe nods, agreeing with my statement, and I sigh, sitting up taller.
“Get your seatbelt back on Princess. We are going to talk this out once and for all as soon as I get you to the cabin, and then, I’m going to fucking remind you who you belong to.”
Zoe shuffles back across the seat, clicking her seatbelt into place before I pull back out on the road.
I can’t get to my cabin fast enough, the need to make Zoe understand everything twisting my gut into a knot.
As soon as we are there, I storm up the steps, unlock the door and head inside, while Zoe enters behind me like her feet are made of feathers, barely making a sound.
“Sit on the couch.” I demand, pointing to it as I stomp to the fridge and take out a can of beer.
Once I’ve cracked it and taken a big guzzle, I turn to see Zoe waiting for me on the couch, exactly as I asked.
Good girl.
After another swig, I leave the can on the counter and come to stand before my princess.
“I need to clear the air about some fucking misconceptions you have, Princess.” I snap, and she relaxes back on the couch, twirling her hand in the air as a gesture to go ahead.
The move boils my blood, and I just want to fucking claim her with my cock, and forget about all this weird shit that has me twisted in fucking knots. But that’s the problem isn’t it. I’ve been doing that for weeks, and Zoe still doesn’t fucking trust me, or forgive me.
What’s the saying?
Nothing changes if nothing changes?
Something like that.
I know I’m the biggest culprit here. I’m the problem, or rather the things I did before realizing what that feeling inside my chest was.
I’ve tried fucking her into submission. I’ve tried brainwashing her with sex to get her to understand. And I’ve even tried this, what I’m about to do, but have I been completely honest?
Not always.
Now though, she needs to hear it all.
“Okay. I’ll start from the beginning,” I say, starting to pace before her. “Before that day that your mom and sister were killed, we were tasked to keep an eye on your dad. He was a new associate, and we don’t trust easily. Which I’m sure you can see why, now.”
Zoe nods slowly, her eyes trained on me as I pace.
“Babysitting the club accountant isn’t really a job for the VP. But I volunteered because I was bored, and you were there.”
Her brows shoot up and I stop pacing and slowly drop to my knees in front of her.
“You pissed me off. The way you turned your nose up at me like I was beneath you. It made it easy to torment you. Stir you up and get a rise.”
Her eyes narrow, and she crosses her arms over her chest.
“So getting me to suck your dick and spread my legs for you was just another way to mess with me.” She assumes, and I don’t deny it.
