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I’m temptedto call Noah. They’re fuckingtrackingme? Even worse, they’re discussing it with fuckingSloane? I realize Noah probably knows nothing about Sloane’s connection to Lila. Or that Lila even exists.

Deep down I know they’re probably doing it because they’re worried about me. Taking off for a week with no explanation is very unlike me. I’venevertaken off with no explanation. I tend to be the one who keeps in touch with all three of my brothers on a daily basis.

It doesn’t make me feel any less like punching my fist through a wall right now.

She’s so damn beautiful.

How can anyone bethatstunning?

My cock is so hot and hard I’m in physical pain. I have never in my life been as turned on as I am for Lila Bailey.

Since the minute I saw her, my cock has become a heat-seeking missile aimed directly at her while at the same time I’m trying to control myself so I don’t freak her the fuck out. I don’twantto be constantly hard for her. I find myself genuinely wanting to get to know her. She’s gorgeous. Smart and sweet and fun to be with. Turns out it’s a mind-blowing combination I’ve never seen all poured together into such an appealing cocktail of a human being before.

It’s almost like she’s perfect.

Ilookedfor flaws. Iwantedto find at least one, but no goddamn luck. As far as I can tell, Lila Bailey is flawless.

Which is fucking with my head. Not to mention my engorged cock that has only one thing on its mind.Getting inside. Pumping her full of hot cum until it’s spilling down her thighs.

Jesus H.

I just don’t know how anyone can bethatideal.

Yet here she is.

For the past day I’ve been walking some twisted line between agony and ecstasy. I’m mesmerized by everything about her. The puffy pink pout. Those silver eyes with their long lashes that blink at me whenever I piss her off. Which is every five minutes.

Her hair is soft and wavy and cut into those layers that frame her face.

Herbody,all curvy and lush in that little white bikini just about blew my fucking head off.

And now she’s mad because my meddling brother andpain-in-the-ass assistant can’t mind their own fucking business.

Sloane and I are going to have to have a little talk. Sloane has obviously been telling Lila I have a reputation as a commitment-phobic man-whore who loves to break women’s hearts.

Which isn’t true at all.

It’s notmyfault they’re all grasping and needy.

I can’t control the fact that the falling-in-love mechanism in me is broken, which I blame on my dumpster fire of a role model. I’m not capable of connecting with anyone on the kind of level that would allow me to love someone like that and Iknowthat about myself. I’ve accepted it and I decided a long time ago—instead of worrying about it—to make the most of the parts of my personality that allow me to have a good fucking time. So what.

Itellpeople that, right off the bat, so this whole myth about me being the “King of Heartbreak” is fucking bullshit.

I climb out of the hot tub, not bothering to grab a towel.

I get inside and I can hear the shower running in the master bathroom.

Fuck.

She’s in there, naked, warm water running down her sweet body. She might be crying. I could tell she was on the verge of tears. But it’s too soon for me to go in there for any of the ten thousand reasons I want to.

What if she’s crying overhim?

I’m already resolved to do better than the asshole we’re on our way to see. The loser whodidbreak her heart without ever giving her the time of day. And she’s fucking dreaming if she thinks I’m not coming to the wedding with her to protect her from the fucker—which I’ll convince her of by the time we roll into Malibu.

I won’t be making the same mistake.

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