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Summer flinched at his words. Slick knew he was losing her. The self-doubts were written all over her beautiful face.
“Irish likes kinky stuff, doesn’t she? Punishment like that BDSM book. I’ve read it. I know what goes on. You enjoy that type of sex, don’t you?” Summer pushed.
“Yes, but I want to love a woman. I’d never do that shit with you. I’d worship you from head to toe.”
“But you also need that.”
“I can ignore it for a lifetime with you.”
“Slick, you have feelings for Irish,” Summer whispered, studying his face. “You might not be voicing them, but she’s in your heart, too. And I don’t do threesomes. I’m selfish enough to want to be the only woman in my husband’s life. You may possibly be able to deny her, but it would eat you up inside.”
“All I ever dreamed of is you.” Slick broke a second time.
“And your kinky sex with Irish? I won’t be the fool waiting once or twice a week for you to scratch your itch while I wait at home like the good little woman. I fell in love with you, too, and you’re killing me with this. It was bad enough believing I wasn’t good enough for you, but now I am fighting against a woman who already owns half your heart. An open relationship has never appealed to me.
“What if Irish ups and leaves? Do you find a replacement for her? Would that be our life together, me having to ignore the jealousy and cheating because you needed your kink? I am sorry, Slick, but please, if you love me, let me go.” Summer wiped tears from her eyes as she silently pleaded with him.
Slick wanted to rip the door separating them off and hold her and talk her round, but Summer was right. He did have feelings for Irish.
“I’d never cheat on you.”
“You already did. Please let me go. You’re breaking me,” Summer begged now.
“Remember this, I love you. If you need me, call, I’ll be waiting for you,” Slick promised as tears formed in his own eyes.
Summer nodded and then drove away.
Slick watched her go as his heart shattered. And he didn’t think it would ever be put back together again.
Chapter Twelve.
Summer
“You need to stop moping,” Marianne sneered at me three days later.
“Get a job. You’ve got six weeks before you have to leave,” I retorted from where I lay curled in my bed.
“Yeah, I think you might be surprised at what is going to happen.”
“No, you know what surprises me? The fact that Dad, who was so clever and loving, ever fell for a bitch like you. You did a good job at snowing him, Marianne, but he was figuring it out. He’d filed for divorce when he died. Dad had finally seen the evilness inside you and was going to get shot,” I hissed, leaping to my feet.
“That’s a damn lie!” Marianne shrieked.
“No, it’s not. I was with him.”
“You’re lying. He loved me, and you're just being a spiteful brat.”
“I have the paperwork if you want to see it. Dad signed his signature, and you were gonna be served,” I said calmly. “Why do you think you were left nothing in the will? It was becauseDad had already seen the writing on the wall. Dad knew how nasty you were to me. He’d heard it. He even had video footage from a baby cam recording you being cruel. Don’t worry, Marianne, karma is a bitch, and I’m going to make sure you get what you deserve.”
Marianne shrieked and aimed a slap at my face.
I caught her wrist and held it tightly.
“I am no longer the girl you can push around, Marianne. Both you and Mom need to learn a very hard lesson. You have six weeks to find a job and get the hell out of my house. You’ve been served with papers, and I will take you to court to have you evicted. I owe you nothing. Not anymore. You and mom have preyed on me for years. And enough is enough.”
“You’re overly distraught. Perhaps you need to take some time to think about what you're doing.” Mum's voice came from outside my door.
Still holding Marianne’s wrist, I twisted my head to face Mum. There was a hint of fear in her eyes that I'd never seen before.
