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Still in shock, all I could do was stare.
“Drugs. Theft. Prostitution. All of that is fair game. But crimes against women like that…I can’t tolerate it. It hits differently because I’m a father, and I just can’t abide it. I don’t want you ever alone with him.”
Guilt exploded inside me, thinking about how I’d spent my weekend, locked within his sexy arms, coming around his dick over and over. “How long have you known this?”
“Shortly after we started working together.”
“And you just…came across it?”
“An associate mentioned it, so I looked into it. Just look up his name, and you’ll find it all online. Alexander Moreau is his real name.” He studied me, eyes focused on me with razor-sharpness. As if the ball was in my court and it was my turn to speak, he continued to look at me.
But I had no idea what to say. “Thanks for letting me know.”
I opened my laptop at the dining table and stared at the search bar.
I typed it in—Alexander Moreau.
But I didn’t hit enter. Something held me back. Guilt…or something.
I closed the laptop instead and stared blankly at the wall, my heart still racing in my chest. Then I glanced at my phone beside me and texted him. Are you busy right now? It was eleven in the evening, so pretty late for a random text.
His response was immediate. Never too busy for you, Pretty.
I stared at the screen for a while, thinking about my next move. My heart was in my throat and my stomach at the same time. I could just break things off and not get into this at all. Might be the easier option. But that didn’t feel right. Can you come by?
Be there in 10. I’ll bring a pizza.
I’m not hungry.
But you’ll be hungry in a couple hours.
I highly doubted that.
I sat there in my silent apartment and waited, replaying the conversation with my father over and over, picking apart his words. Axel hadn’t only been accused of heinous crimes, but he’d actually been found guilty of those crimes…and served time behind bars. That was a fact—and I was sleeping with him. I should have been disgusted. I should have texted him and told him to stay the fuck away from me.
But I just couldn’t believe it.
He walked through the door a moment later, wearing black sweatpants and sneakers, in a gray t-shirt that fit his sexy body so perfectly. His eyes quickly swept across the apartment until they found me, sitting alone in the dining room. He set the pizza box on the counter as he drew close, his eyes taking in my appearance with appreciation. “Damn, I really like that dress.”
He gripped the back of my chair and leaned down to catch my lips.
I kissed him back automatically, muscle memory.
He took the seat across from me. “Where did you go tonight?”
“The opera.”
He gave a slow nod. “Fancy.”
I sat back in the chair, my arms automatically crossing over my chest. Now that he was across from me, I felt so uncomfortable.
He watched me, and slowly the brightness in his eyes faded and he turned serious. He cocked his head slightly as his eyes narrowed. “I guess you won’t be hungry in a couple of hours.”
I swallowed.
“At least you’re facing me like a man this time.”
“Axel…”
