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There’s conviction in his voice.

I exhale. “Relax, Sebastian. You know I’d never hurt a woman. Plus, Mom would kill me if I ever did.”

He quiets.

Then, “Alright. I’ll let you go.”

He doesn’t sound fully convinced.

That’s fine. I don’t need his approval.

All I need is Margot.

The call ends.

I open my desk drawer and pick up her phone. The light blue case is delicate like her. I follow Bash’s steps. Then, I add my number:Matty.

I try to call myself. It rings on her end, but my phone never receives a call.

Perfect.

I go to put the phone away, then pause.

I open her contacts. And delete every male name that isn’t family. There aren’t many, but enough to make me wonder.How many of these men have had what’s mine?

Maybe I’ll need to pay a few visits.Just to be sure.

All I know is this:

No one touches her again.

Chapter 23

Margot

The days start to blur together. A routine has formed. One I didn’t agree to, didn’t plan on, but somehow have fallen into anyway.

Every morning, I wake up on Matty’s side of the bed.

Some mornings, I wake to coffee in bed. He makes it exactly the way I like it.

Other mornings, I wake to the weight of him on me, pressing me into the mattress, solid and immovable. His warmth lulls me into a sense of comfort that’s getting harder to fight. Those mornings, I feel his arousal pressing against me, and I try desperately to ignore the wetness that follows.

It’s been a constant battle. A war between my body and my mind.

With lingering touches, scalding stares, and far-from-innocent comments, he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. And I’m starting to fall into them.

At this point, the only thing keeping me grounded is my pride. I refuse to beg a man for pleasure.

But his touch would make the bruises to your ego so worth it.

It’s getting harder to quiet the wanton voice in my head.

Because you agree.

After coffee, we part ways. I go downstairs and join Dotty in the kitchen for breakfast. I’ve come to appreciate her. Yes, she idolizes Matty, but it’s because she loves him. And I can’t fault her for that.

I’ve stopped probing for information on the brothers. What’s the use?

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