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I nod, “I’ve been on that site for years, Kitty Kat. When I saw your picture come up in an email alert I had to see you.”

Pulling her chair out, I motion to it, “Sit please.”

As if she’s in shock, and can’t snap herself out of it, she sits, and I walk to the other side and take the seat across from her.

The waitress brings two glasses of wine and sets them on the table. Kat doesn’t waste time. She immediately brings the glass to her lips and drinks several long sips.

“So, Matthew doesn’t exist?”

I shake my head, “No, he’s me.”

Arching an eyebrow, she says, “Disappointing.”

Even though she’s pissed at me, having her this close is exactly what I need, like a breath of fresh air. She is so goddamn beautiful; it takes control to not grab her face and kiss the life out of her.

After taking a sip of my wine, I set it back on the table, “Kitty Kat, I’m sorry. I needed time to get over what happened. I was in a dark place, more so than I’d ever been, I needed to deal with what I did.”

Her glare softens ever so slightly, “So you’re, okay?”

I nod, “I’m fine but I needed to see you.”

Kat glares at me once again, “You couldn’t simply ask instead of toying with me?”

The waitress set the food in front of both of us, which I had ordered ahead of time.

“Thank you,” I say, hoping she’ll go away quickly, and she does.

Staring into her eyes, I speak earnestly, “I didn’t think you would see me.”

Kat snorts as she picks at her food and moves it around, but doesn’t take a bite, “I wouldn’t have. I told you; I’ve moved on or at least I’m trying to.”

“I can’t move on without you.”

She sets her fork down, “That’s not moving on, Damian. That’s going backward, I can’t do that. I’m going to go.”

My heart races as panic sets in. I can’t let her leave even though I know I should. I don’t deserve her any more than I did two years ago, maybe less so.

“Please Angel.”

I’m not above begging when it comes to Kat. She’s the only woman who has ever done this to me, left me fucking unraveled.

Katherina is the antidote to the poison that infects my veins. As I look at her now, I know she’s my pure fucking need.

She shakes her head no, and without another word, Kat stands and leaves the restaurant. Fuck.

I toss a wad of bills on the table and chase after her. I’m not letting her go, not this time.

Chapter Forty-Two

Kat

I stop outside the restaurant, remove my heels, and run back home before Damian makes an appearance. My heart pounds while it throbs. My brain keeps repeating, too little too late, Mobster. However, my heart hasn’t caught up as usual and is weeping from, yet again, loss.

“Katherina,” he growls from behind me. My only response is to run faster, but as I race up my apartment steps, he’s on my heels. I press the code to enter my apartment, but he follows behind me, pushing my door open with force.

“Damian no.”

He arches an eyebrow as he kicks my door shut, “I won’t fuck you without consent, that hasn’t changed. But… I’m not letting you go. I shouldn’t have before, and I am,” he steps closer, pushing me against the wall, “going to,” taking both my hands, he raises them over my head, pinning them against the white paint, “fucking kiss you.”

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