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It’s clear she’s as happy as I am.

Why should we ever deny each other this? Life is too fucking short.

Fuck the world.

ChapterTwenty-Four

Carter

As I driveto Port Angeles the next morning, I can’t seem to focus on anything but Eve. I keep picturing her straddling me, her stunning breasts under my palms. The way she pinned me with those wide green eyes and brushed back a lock of her hair that was scattered over her face.

Even in the climate controlled car, I get actual chills every time the sound of her moans drifts through my head. Eve has the face of an angel, a body to tempt Satan, and on top of all that, her temperament is just pure honeyed gold.

Too bad she’s my student. The fact that we’d come so close to hooking up was a problem. I went there to apologize after waking up feeling like an asshole for being so harsh at the coffee shop.

And then, I just fell victim to my weaknesses. Eve was my weakness.

I didn’t regret going further with her, though. In fact, it felt so fucking incredible I was almost gleeful.

I drive the rest of the way to the mansion, alternately struck by dreamy reminiscence and irritable knowledge of reality. When my car tires finally crunch that familiar sounding gravel, I know I’m home. I can just make out the house through the overgrown trees on both sides on the driveway.

It is three stories high, painted a dull gray color, and extremely old-fashioned looking. It is missing most of the shutters and the paint is peeling. And either I’m crazy, or the whole entire house is leaning distinctly left.

I pull in between my mother’s elegant black Mercedes.

As I jog up the front steps of the mansion and pull open the front door, I see no signs of life inside. The fire-scarred grand staircase directly ahead has been repaired with certain big blocks of steps replaced. It hasn’t been finished yet so it looks a bit garish right now, stark new oak wood standing out from charred wood that withstood the fire.

Everything is quiet.

“Hello?” I call out.

There is a pause, and then a voice calls back. “I’m in the library, darling.”

My mother. Making my way around the staircase, I wonder what she wants to talk to me about. I was hoping it wasn’t anything serious.

I trundle down the hallway, stepping into what used to be the library. Now it’s just a void, a few crumbling bookcases along one wall and scorch marks that touch both floors of the room and lick at the windows above.

In the center of it is my mother, her glossy dark skin standing out against her white couture dress.

“Mom.”

My mother cocks her head and holds out her hands to me. “Carter! Come here.”

I flush and hurry to kiss my mother on her cheek. She’s wearing an intricate head wrap that towers above her head, but she’s still petite next to me.

“Hello, darling. Thank you for coming.” She looks at me somberly and I instantly know I’m in some kind of trouble.

I slide a glance toward her, narrowing my gaze. “What’s going on?”

My mother shoots me a dissatisfied look. “Well, let us not dally here in all this soot. I was just going over some design ideas for the renovations. It’s very stressful.”

She whirls and walks past me, expecting me to follow.

The fire destroyed so much of our house and my mother has been busy untangling how to restore everything properly.

I look around, trying to note what’s been done, but it doesn’t appear much has changed since the last time I was here.

“Carter!” my mother’s voice rings through the house. “Are you going to leave me waiting forever?”

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