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“Kane!” Her voice was muffled but it didn’t stop me from drilling into her. I yanked her pretty red hair and pulled her away from the pillow.
“I need to hear everything that comes out of your mouth.” I thrust deeper, listening to her sweet sounds. They intensified with every violent stroke. “Fuck, I’m going to come,” I grunted.
“Please come inside me,” she begged. Her voice was wildly staccato matching my pace. I couldn’t hold on anymore. Neither could North. Her body tightened, releasing another powerful climax just as I shot into her core.
“Fuck, North. Jesus Christ.” I emptied every ounce into her. I pressed into her until our bones touched. Until our spirits kissed and our minds melted together.
Bliss covered us as we laid beside each other sweaty and satisfied. North snuggled close to me and I kissed the top of her head, pressing my hand flat to her stomach.
Once she was in my arms, I was finally able to go to sleep.
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CHAPTER 19
Nerves mixed with the anger biting through my bloodstream. I hated looking at Sierra’s face. She was such a fucking coward. She wouldn’t even look at me across the slick cherry wood table. She kept her head turned toward her lawyer even when he wasn’t speaking to her.
Kane gave my knee a squeeze under the table. He must’ve seen the murderous way I was staring at Sierra. I broke the death stare and looked at him. He always softened me. Even after Mom died, when I wanted to be mad at him with every cell in my body, he found the one piece of me that remained unguarded and softened it.
“Sorry I’m a little late,” Melanie said walking in the door with a carefree smile on her pretty face. “I had to make sure my video was loaded and ready. I didn’t want to come in unprepared.” Her words were polite and sweet but the sharpness in her tone pierced the air.
Sierra’s lawyer looked at Melanie and chuckled a little. “Video?” He quizzed. His gaze flitted over to Sierra momentarily before he turned his attention to the iPad Melanie was propping up in the middle of the table.
My grin turned undoubtedly smug as she tapped the play button on the screen. Sierra looked like she’d be sick. Her expression was twisted into a maze of disbelief that traveled through her furled brows down the bridge of her nose, curving around her flared nostrils and settling on her pursed lips. That look was almost as beautiful as one of Kane’s paintings.
Good. Choke on that fucking video, bitch.
On the iPad, we all watched Sierra throw herself at Kane. We watched him refuse her, then after a few words were exchanged came the fight between Sierra and me. We sat there and watched the entire eleven-minute video until we saw Sierra storm out of the house without getting raped, groped, or anything else that would substantiate her bullshit.
“As you can see, your client is making false claims against Mr. Fitzgerald. I’m not going to advise you on what to do but if you continue, this won’t end well in court.” I got chills listening to Melanie shut down the trash Sierra was trying to pin on Kane. I knew what came next and I couldn’t stop bouncing my knee in anticipation.
“You lied?” The round-bellied lawyer asked Sierra. His brows jumped to his non-existent hairline.
“I just wanted my best friend back.” Her shoulders shook with sobs as she hid her face like the coward she was. The soft spot I had for her hardened into a diamond. It was a spot that would never be cracked. It was a spot that would shine instead of becoming cloudy and bitter like Sierra.
“Do you have any idea the shit-storm you’ve caused, Sierra?” Kane growled. The anger rolling off him was palpable.
In the week that went by since she accused Kane of rape, sales at the gallery tanked and people in the art world were bashing Kane on a different blog every damn day. It was stressful and exhausting. Hell, even my coworkers were side-eyeing me.
“Kane, please,” Melanie said quietly. She’d advised us not to speak directly to Sierra but he was bursting at the seams with fury.
“I’m sorry, Melanie but my livelihood, my passion, and my reputation are up in smoke right now because a little girl got it in her head that lying about something so heinous would be a good idea.” I rubbed his back as he spoke, trying to calm him down. I felt every tight muscle beneath his shirt.
It was the wrong time to get turned on but my hormones were all over the place and I couldn’t help myself. Kane looked delicious when he was pissed. I wanted to help him relieve every drop of stress.
“Mr. Fitzgerald, I am so sorry. We won’t pursue this any further,” Sierra’s lawyer spoke without looking at her. “At least she won’t be pursuing the case with me as her lawyer.”
“She’s going to need some kind of representation because Mr. Fitzgerald has filed a defamation suit with the court.” She pulled out an envelope and handed it directly to Sierra who plucked it from her fingers. “You’ve been officially served. You have thirty days to respond.”
Boom.
That was the bomb I was waiting for.
Sierra’s blank expression shattered into pieces and for the second time since the start of the meeting, tears flooded her eyes. She looked at me and I met her stare with indignation.
“North, don’t do this,” she begged with trembling words.
“I’m not doing anything. These are the consequences you brought on yourself for lying publicly about someone who did nothing to you.” Butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth when I smiled at her. I was finally done letting her manipulate me and crush my happiness around every corner.
