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“Well, aren’t you the little pessimist,” I observe.

He enters the shower, once again shutting me out. The only thing I’m wearing is a pair of boy shorts, so I rip them off and go in after him. He’s standing under the sprayer, his head tilted back and his arms lifted as he runs his hands through his hair.

And my sex clenches at the way the water runs down over his hard chest and defined abs. I want to fall to my knees and lick his defined V. I know sex should be the last thing on my mind, but I’m so unbelievably attracted to him. It makes me insane. His cock hangs between his thighs and makes my heart speed up. Even soft, it’s intimidating.

I make my way over to him as he continues to run his hands through his hair, eyes closed. And I crave to know what he’s thinking. What’s going on behind that gorgeous face of his? Why will tomorrow be just as bad as today? I can’t help but think I’m part of the problem. He told me earlier I’m not, but that doesn’t help ease my fear. Am I in the way? Am I just another obstacle creating stress in his life? I know his workload has gotten bigger, but I also know that now he is gonna try to balance the two so our relationship doesn’t suffer. And that alone could cause problems between us.

I reach out and place my hands on his hips. His eyes snap open, and he lowers his head to look down at me, his hands gripping my hips in a state of panic.

“Sorry,” I say, realizing he didn’t know I was in here. He is really out of it.

He pulls me to him, and I feel his cock start to harden against my lower belly. His hands leave my hips and find their way into my hair. I gasp as he tightens them, and his lips crash on mine. I can taste the lingering whiskey in his kiss, and it has my head spinning when he knocks my back into a cool shower wall.

I pull away panting. “It’s okay,” I tell him and his brows pull together in confusion. I just want him to take his frustration out on me. I want him to fuck me! We both need it.

He places his forehead on mine and closes his eyes, sighing heavily. “I’m trying …”

“Shh,” I say, running my hands up and down his forearms. “It’s just you and me right now, baby. Let go.”

Without another word, his lips are on mine again.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

RYDER

“Good morning, Mr. O’Kane!” Kelly says cheerfully as I walk off the elevator.

I walk right past her and into my father’s office, slamming the door behind me. “Tell me you were lying to Jaycent,” I demand.

He sits behind his desk, his phone to his ear. The person on the other end must have said something because the next thing he says makes me narrow my eyes at him. “It’s your son.”

“She’s on the phone?” I demand and all but run toward his desk. He hangs up the moment I go to reach for it. “So he was right?” I demand.

He sighs and says the one thing that makes my skin crawl. “You have to pick your battles, son.”

I take a step back as if he hit me. “Pick your battles?” I ask in disbelief.

He nods. “Yes. And this is not one worth fighting.”

I can’t believe I’m hearing this! “How can you say that?”

“This is what is best for Maggie. If your mother …” He can’t even finish the sentence. “She will be so lost. Confused. And I won’t do that to her.” He shakes his head quickly. “She needs to stay where she belongs, and that is with Rosie.”

“So just let the bitch win?” I snap.

He slams his hands down on the table as he stands. “That is your mother!” he all but shouts.

I snort. “Yeah, some mother she is.”

“Ryder …”

“First, she cheated on you. Had a baby with your best friend, which she didn’t even want. And then paid a man to fuck your other daughter …”

“Ryder …”

“Now, she’s blackmailing you to keep her reputation.” I snort. “She’s fucking pathetic. And so are you,” I snap.

“Get the fuck out of my office!” he roars, pointing at the door.

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