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“I forgot,” he says, and I yank my arm out of his grip and scoff.

“No shit, Sherlock!”

He winces. “Cass, please give me a break here; I have a lot on my mind.”

Anger fills me and I snap, “More like your head’s too busy being up Faith’s skirt!”

I continue walking, but he quickly moves in front of me and glares at me, “I have never cheated on you, and I never will, you know that! I fucked up, I know this, but I’m fucking trying here, Cass. For two months, you didn’t speak to me; that has been myonly focus. I didn’t mean to forget about your graduation, and I’m fucking sorry….”

My tears fall, and I look down, shaking my head, fed up with the hurt he keeps putting me through.

“I think we need a break,” I whisper, and he growls, but I continue, “Since our relationship started, I have been on the back burner for you despite my doing everything for you, especially since I gave you my virginity.” I look at him. “It’s like the thrill of the chase disappeared for you, and then you couldn’t be bothered.”

“That is not true, and you know that, Cass. You’re the love of my life!” he growls, but I shrug.

“And yet you missed my graduation.” He flinches. “You spent my father’s wake, a time when I needed you the most, with your fuck buddy. Every time we agreed to meet up, most of the timesyourplans, you’ve stood me up, every surprise I had done for you, you’ve either not shown or left not even half way through, and the one time I asked if we could celebrate me acing my paper, you were a no show, leaving me drenched in the rain in favor of her, all while she paints me out as the jealous girlfriend, trying to break us up—and you allow it!” I take a step back. “I need a break because I deserve better than this.”

That said, I walk away from him and head to my car, trying to swallow my sobs, knowing I’m doing the right thing.

I sniffle as I wipe my tears.

It’s been three hours since I told Colt we need a break, and I haven’t moved from my spot on my bed in my dorm room, a room I have to leave by tomorrow, which means moving backhome because I can’t get housing for med school unless I can find a cheap apartment to rent.

I own the house with Perrie, but the thought of being there without Dad kills me. I still pick my phone up most days just to hear his voice in my messages.

A knock sounds on the door, but I ignore it and pull up my knees, pulling my t-shirt over them, and placing my forehead on them as silent sobs wrack my body.

Today should have been a happy day but it was anything but.

No Dad, and a late Colt who forgot….

I hear the door unlock, but I don’t look up, knowing it’s most likely Perrie. Even when I hear the door shut and lock again, I still don’t look up, not until I feel strong hands grip my bare ankles.

“Cassidy…” Colt whispers with pain, and a sob pulls out of me, pushing him into action. He pulls on my ankles, causing me to slide down my bed before he moves on top of me, between my thighs, and his strong hands grip my cheeks, wiping away the tears.

“I’m sorry, so fucking sorry,” he whispers, his gray eyes full of pain. “I hate knowing I’m the one to make you cry when all I want to do is make you smile. I know I’m fucking up; I’m drowning because I can feel you slipping through my fingers.” He gently kisses away my tears before admitting, “I don’t know how to manage everything, Trouble. I’m trying to prove to my club I’ll always put them first, but at the same time, I’m keeping you at arm’s length when you don’t deserve it. I don’t know how to meet in the middle, Cass, to balance our relationship and the club.”

He sighs, places his forehead against mine, and admits, “I’m scared the brothers see me as the silver spoon kid that crashed his dad’s bike, that I’m not good enough to take over, it’s why I’m always putting the club first, but in doing so I’ve pushed you to your limits…. I never wanted an old lady, Cass, at least not yet, but then I met you and knew you were mine….”

He presses a kiss against my lips before he whispers, “I love you, Cass, and I promise I’ll do better. I’ll try my hardest to ensure that you are my priority, and I’ll even give you the space you want, but don’t expect me to walk away from you because, if I have to, I’ll walk from the club first.”

My mouth parts in shock at his words and the sincerity in his eyes. He gives me a sad smile and admits, “I love my club, I love that my dad thinks I’ll make a good president, but I love you more, and if I have to choose, it will always be you, which is what I should have told you yesterday.”

He kisses me again, this time harder, before he breaks it and places his head into the crook of my neck and whispers, “Two weeks, that’s all your getting, before I pack your shit and move you into the clubhouse where you belong.”

I wrap my arms around his head and hold him tight with my heart in my throat, not willing to tell him that won’t be happening because words don’t mean anything, it’s actions. And yet a part of me believes him, the stupid part, that is.

5

Steal – Twenty-Seven Years Old

Cassidy gasps as I suck her clit into my mouth while slowly rubbing her walls with my two fingers, the sounds of wetness echoing in my room at the clubhouse.

Fuck me, she tastes delicious, and this right here, I’ll never get tired of.

I feel her walls flutter around my digits before wetness spreads over them, and I moan, knowing she’s just squirted, and quickly remove my fingers and place my mouth over her entrance, sucking in the juices like a starved fucker.

“Colt…” she moans, lifting her hips, and I quickly climb up her body, taking her lips with mine, shoving my tongue into her mouth, ensuring she can taste herself as I line up my cock at her entrance and thrust forward hard.

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