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A slow smile spreads across my face as I take another step. “Can’t I? One.”

The way she gasps, then gets on the bed and squeezes her eyes closed, makes me chuckle.

My fierce girl.

So strong.

“That’s my girl,” I tell her as I open the packaging.

“How do you know how to do this? Do you have some weird period fetish or something?”

I laugh and use my hand to nudge her thighs wider before I line the tampon up with her. “No, baby. I’m just obsessed with everything about you, including your periods. So I looked up instructions online.”

When I finish, I get up and toss the applicator in the trash can beside the bed before I slide her panties over her feet and up her legs.

She smiles and adjusts, then sits up and swings her feet over the side of the mattress. Her cheeks are bright red, and she won’t look at me. It’s adorable.

I wash my hands in the bathroom, then go to the closet to get a pair of pajama pants. While I’m in there, I open the top drawer of one of the custom-built dressers and pull out a small red box. It’s old, and the velvet is worn in places. It creaks as I open it, but when I do, a warmth spreads over me. I wish my parents could have met her, but I know without a doubt they would have loved Jordyn. I wasn’t lying when I said it’s impossible not to.

I close the drawer and take a deep breath.

Two weeks ago, I thought my life was ending, but I didn’t know what was waiting for me in the name of revenge.

Turns out, what felt like the end was the beginning of something unique and beautiful that I’ll never take for granted.

She loves me, but what she doesn’t realize is that I don’t just love her.

I live for her.

My heart.

My world.

My kitten.

CHAPTER 32

Jordyn

QUEEN

How isit possible to be in love with someone I barely know? And I don’t think it’s even as simple as that. He said the word earlier.

Obsessed.

That’s the only way I can think to describe it. He’s in the bathroom, and I miss him. I miss his smirk and the way his eyes always seem to be on me. The way he touches me, both gently and roughly, depending on the moment, it’s like he always knows exactly what I need.

Cash Savage has skeletons in his closet.

So do I.

You don’t grow up and live in this city and rule a gambling empire without having some secrets.

He’s not a perfect man, but he’s perfect for me.

Possessive.

Jealous.

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