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He grimaces and I wonder where the old Abraham has gone. The one who could always find a reason to smile or make light of the toughest situations.

The one who didn’t take my concerns seriously back then, when I let him lead me down a path I had no business trekking.

To be fair, it wasn’t just him. I could’ve said no.

No.

I could’ve said no and meant it.

He clears his throat and I lean forward, unable to look at him as he travels back to the place that shaped me. For better or worse, I couldn’t say.

“Remember I told you that I took the job as a favor to a friend?”

His words are raspy and my heart plummets at the emotion in his voice.

I nod, words escaping me, tears threatening.

Please, I think to myself. But what am I pleading for?

For this story to not break me further.

There was a time when we relished on how beautifully I would crack; how my resolve would weaken, and I would give in to this magnetic man. We both knew it was inevitable.

But this kind of break would have splinters and shards, pieces that would be far too dangerous for the average hands to handle.

And one look at Abraham tells me he’d try.

He’d suffer the wounds to hold me again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

THE RIGHT DECISION

ABRAHAM

PAST

There’s something about the sway in her hips, like a swinging bell atop an ancient cathedral back home. Burgeoning from her tapered waist, the wideness of them give way to the supple roundness of her ass.

Something about the way she can only stand to look at me for a moment, pressing her lips together to keep her telling smile from forming.

Something about the way she tries so hard not to fall in love with me. Of the two of us, I can’t help myself. I’m half in love with her already.

She makes me earn her, win her, conquer her, her determination crooking its finger, hooking me like a fish. And then she leaves me wanting more. I’ve never met another woman like her, who doesn’t want to relish in what a relationship with me could mean for her. Doesn’t wish for more from me. Doesn’t demand anything of me.

It makes me want to give her everything.

We’re in my office and she’s here on her own before her classes begin for the day. Was it my desire calling out to her that led her back to me?

My cock can still feel the slick grip of her beautiful pussy. It’s far too dangerous, having her to myself in a place where anyone could hear us. But I can’t deny the desire to feel her soft flesh in my hands, to watch her skin flush with desire…or the blood rushing to the surface as I spank her ass. This is more primal than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

“Is there something in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” she asks, setting her bag down as a cheeky smile spreads her lips.

“There isn’t a damn thing in my pockets,” I tell her as I step toward her before sweeping her into my arms. She wraps her legs around me like she’s meant to fit me. Her long limbs line up perfectly with mine.

The length of her is filled with generous curves that soften her and harden me.

Merda.

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