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No one else made me feel the way he did, and I only had one life to live. So if fleeting pleasure at the hands of this big, sexy man was all I was destined for, I would take it.

But I didn’t have to go into it blind. I was a smart woman, I could have consensual sex with another adult and not expect a happy ever after. And I could come out unscathed.

Who am I kidding? I’m gonna break my heart on him.

Chapter 14-Ono

Falling cock first into Michelle was the pinnacle of every wet dream I had ever had as a boy.

The woman was a goddamn miracle. And afterwards, well, I’d never felt such tenderness towards another person in my whole life.

It was like I wanted to cherish her. To hold her to me and keep her safe forever.

But how could I do that when there was a target painted on my back?

Fuck. I never should have followed her home, but I couldn’t stop myself. The past few days without her, I couldn’t eat or sleep. Hell, I could hardly breathe.

Nothing felt right without her. Nothing at all.

Oh, the good doctor had slipped past all my defenses. She’d burrowed in deep, into the very recesses of my being.

I needed her like I needed air. More than.

But this wasn’t just compulsion it was pure desire. A hundred percent. I wanted this woman. She made me happy. Imagine that?

I actually fucking smiled around her. She was sweet and funny, smart and sexy.

I liked her. A lot.

Thought about her all the time. And I wanted to make her happy.

I was turning into a fucking sap. Every time I heard a song play, I wondered if she’d like it. When I passed restaurants on the street, I wondered if she’d been there or if maybe she’d want to go with me.

I knew she didn’t cook. Her job was so tense. She worked long stressful hours, so she ordered takeout a lot. That just made me want to cook for her.

My sweet Bellezza needed looking out for, and I was just the man to do it.

No one else. Me.

The idea of her with another man made me fucking homicidal, so I refused to think about it. I’d already scrolled through all her socials.

I knew about her last serious boyfriend, and I located the prick. He’d moved to the west coast six years ago, which was just his luck, cause if he’d lived here, he wouldn’t be living anymore.

Yeah, I was fucking unhinged. This woman fucked me up real good with thoughts of wanting to keep her.

I never expected to feel this way in my lifetime, but she’d destroyed all my preconceived notions about love and sex.

Love? I didn’t know much about it.

But sex? Yeah, that I knew. And sex with Michelle was beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

Even now, in the haze of our post-coital bliss, I couldn’t stop my satisfied smile from spreading across my face as I lay facing her on the bed.

She was lying on her side too, mirroring me, with her hands tucked beneath her sweet head and her beautiful braids flowing down her back like a lazy river.

There was something so right about this, I just couldn't shake the feeling.

I was having a hard time admitting it, too.

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