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I set my cup next to the briefcase. “What if it’s you I need?”

Narrowing his gaze at me, he sighs, “Kierra, this is over. If you need money or help, I’ll be there for you, always, but this has to end. One day you’ll see it was for the best.”

Please don’t cry. Please don’t cry.

“Alright, I will go then.”

He picks up the briefcase. “I’ll walk you out. My driver will take you home.”

I grab my coffee and my bag, and we walk toward the elevator. I step inside as he follows me, but the distance between us is clear. The feeling of loss is palpable. There is part of me that thought maybe he wouldn’t be able to let me go, but it’s obvioushe can with no issue at all. That’s the most painful part, that he can do this so easily.

Walking out to the car, he takes the briefcase from me, tosses it in the backseat, takes my coffee cup and sets it on top of the trunk and pulls me into his arms and holds me tight. I wrap my arms around his waist as I press my face into his chest one last time. As always, he smells like Sin. Manly and so good. The only scent I’ve ever known that could destroy me.

He takes my face in his hands and stares at me seriously. “Be safe, Kierra. Please make sure you eat.”

And the tears fall. “You no longer have a say in whether I eat. You’re not my Daddy anymore.”

He groans, “Always the brat.”

Leaning down, he kisses the tears on my cheek, one side and then the other. “I’m sorry for making you cry.”

“Are you really okay with this, Sin? It’s not going to bother you if I’m out there fucking other men?”

He pulls away from me with a clenched jaw and hisses, “I have to be okay with this. And no, it’s not okay with me, but I don’t have a fucking choice.”

I grab my coffee and turn to the open door. “Goodbye, Sin.”

This is his last chance to say he has changed his mind, but of course he doesn’t.

“Goodbye, Kierra.”

CHAPTER 20

SIN

Sitting in my office at Den of Sin, going over her words repeatedly. I’m slowly driving myself insane.It’s not going to bother you if I’m out there fucking other men?

I clench my fists as the mere thought of another fucker touching her as the rage builds. No, I’m not fucking okay if anybody else has their hands on her. Luckily for me, I wouldn’t see it. Because if I did? I’d probably end up killing the asshole. For fuck's sake, I have to stop thinking about her.

It’s done, Sin. You did the right thing. Now let her go.

There are thirty some odd people in the club setting shit up for tonight, but here I sit lost in my own little world when my office door opens.

Without a word, Zade comes in and sits on the other side of my desk with an appraising gaze.

“What?” I snap because I don’t like the way he’s looking at me.

He chuckles softly. “What’s going on? You look like shit.”

Dragging a hand down my face, I groan, “Thanks.”

Zade sits back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

I run my thumb over the rim of my glass. “The night of the auction. There was a woman that was sitting next to Amira before you got here.”

Picking up my drink, I take a swallow before continuing. “I paid three hundred grand to fuck her. And if I’m honest, I would’ve paid double that amount.”

He arches his eyebrow and gives me a look that says he thinks I’ve lost my mind and he may be right. That’s the only fucking thing that explains the predicament I’m currently in.

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