Page 61 of His Wild Attraction

I should have left long before he raised his hands.

I didn’t love him.

I didn’t want him.

I didn’t even like him.

So what the hell was I doing with him?

I guess I thought it was expected of me. He was the father of my child, and I’d made a vow, right?

But sometimes life wasn’t so cut and dry.

Sometimes it was messy and complicated.

Gary was a douchebag—admitting that part was easy.

He deserved to rot for what he did. And I knew I wasn’t to blame. Nothing I’d ever done in my whole life warranted him putting hands on me.

As for what he’d tried to do to my son? What he was still trying to do?

Get visitation. Fight me for custody.

Those were things I would never allow to happen.

Over my dead body.

“You okay?” Andres asked, and I nodded, still too raw to speak.

I guessed he accepted my response because he said nothing else. Just hugged me and rubbed my back while inside my brain I spiraled.

Gary had never shown an interest in Sammy. He spent no time whatsoever with my sweet boy.

He hardly even acknowledged him. I was sure Gary was just using this as an excuse. A pitiful attempt to hurt me.

This was just him throwing a temper tantrum because his plans to get my father’s company backfired.

Gary was a fucking pig, and he deserved to drop dead.

Maybe that made me a bad person, but I was fine with it.

I was worried, yes, but I trusted Andres to find a solution.

That sonofabitch Gary only wanted to use Sammy as a pawn, I was sure of it.

But I didn’t really understand how it all tied together with my father’s company.

I mean, I knew I inherited the lion’s share, but I also knew there were stipulations that would force a sale.

My father didn’t ever want me running Maxwell Mining.

I knew that better than I knew my name.

Maybe that should have made me angry.

Maybe the feminist in me should have fought with my father.

I could have maybe convinced him that women could and did run companies bigger than Maxwell Mining.

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