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Humming, I move my hand from his face, and run my fingers into his hair, my senses focused on his fingers running up and down my spine.

“I love you, you know that, Angel?” he says out of nowhere, and our eyes lock. His are serious, and I furrow my brows but nod, because I know he does; he’s proven it tenfold.

It’s my insecurities—my trauma with him—holding us back from being together again. I’m trying to overcome them, but even when I do, there are still problems with his mother and ex.

Surely, love shouldn’t be this hard….

Keeping eye contact, he moves his hands under my arms and lifts me so I’m lying on top of him, my legs on either side of his waist, the tip of his hardness pressing near my entrance, making me gasp.

He cups my cheeks, gently rubbing a thumb along my jaw. He whispers, “Three weeks ago, when Quinn was shot, someone told me something.” I furrow my brows. His grip tightens on my cheeks. “I was told that not only is Ty your cousin…,” My eyes tear up with realization, the pain in his eyes proving he knows, his words confirming it. “I was told he was only here because you were attacked, that you were nearly fucking raped. While I drowned in alcohol, making the biggest mistake of my life, you were being attacked by a guy we all went to school with, a guy who broke your fucking wrist because you wouldn’t kiss him.”

I sob, needing him to stop. “James….”

He pulls me down, pressing his forehead against mine, and whispers, “And now would be the best time to tell me that fucker was wrong, that he wasn’t paid by a woman to rape you, that my mother, my own fucking mother, did not have something to do with it, that she wasn’t crazy enough to hurt the woman I love.”

I squeeze my eyes tight, not willing to answer him, because I don’t know if she did or not. He growls with anger, holding me tighter.

“You should have told me, Angel,” he snaps, and I look into his eyes.

I sniffle. “I didn’t know how. She’s your mother, and I still don’t know if she did or if it was Nina.”

He scoffs. “I don’t give a shit, Angel; you should have told me, especially now, after some shit has come to light. My mother, Angel, my fucking mother, who mistreated a child out of jealousy and spite, and who also might have hired someone to rape the love of my life, and why? Because of Nina? That shit doesn’t even fucking make sense.” He furrows his brows, looking deeply at me. I swallow hard when his eyes widen a little. He chuckles darkly.

“She’s the reason we’re not together, isn’t she….”

I let my tears fall, hating seeing him hurting because of my trauma. Leaning forward, I ignore his last words and kiss his lips gently, keeping eye contact, then whisper, “I love you, James.”

His eyes soften. “I love you too, Angel,” he replies, kissing me, his fingers gripping my cheeks as I run mine through his hair, pressing my naked breasts against his chest.

“Always, baby,” he murmurs as I moan, feeling his hardness pressing inside me, filling me. Tilting my head, I deepen the kiss.

I thought having just a sexual relationship with him would be good enough, that it would satisfy me and keep his mother away, ensuring she wouldn’t hurt him or my family. It also meant I still got a part of him…but I want more. I want all of him.

He’s my heart….

I smiled at Mrs. Andrews, handing her card back to her with the receipt.

“I can’t thank you enough for seeing her on such short notice, Brook,” she whispers, her eyes on her cockapoo, Gypsy, who somehow managed to get herself tied up in barbed wire this morning.

“Any time, Mrs. Andrews. If you have any concerns, then just give me a call, okay?” I reply, and she nods, her gray eyes glistening. Turning, she gently walks her dog out of the practice.

I slump in my chair in relief. It’s been a busy few hours since I, yet again, snuck out of James’ bed after he gave me three more orgasms. Although, this time, it was because of an emergency with Gypsy. I was so tired after our 2 AM chat and the pleasure, I would have slept through my alarm, but Mrs. Andrews was petrified and called four times.

I think it’s time James and I sat down, and talked everything out. I miss him, and I’m fed up with others keeping us apart.

I hope he can forgive me for pushing him away.

Sighing, I stand up but gasp as a sharp pain shoots through my stomach for the fifth time this morning. I had hoped it was the start of my period, after a few months of just on and off spotting.

Blinking rapidly to try and stop the tears from falling, I try to straighten again but cry out in pain, falling to the floor. I had hoped the pain would go, but if anything, it’s getting worse.

My stomach has even started to swell….

I stay bent in a fetal position, trying to breathe through the pain, trying to ignore the panic in my chest, when the door opens.

“Brook, sweetheart?” Mrs. Andrews calls out. “I think I left Gypsy’s toy here….”

I whimper, trying to stand up ,but cry out in pain instead, causing Mrs. Andrews to gasp.

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