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He said that shit like he was doing her a favor. Like he wasn’t trying to slide back into her life. I looked at him—sharp, cold—and he looked back like he already knew. He knew I wanted her. Just like I knew he still did. Menknow.
“Mr. Nolan, right? Marisa’s teacher?” he said, lifting a hand toward me.
I looked at it. Didn’t shake shit. Just turned to Lena.
“If you need a ride, I’ll drive you,” I said, voice tight.
“No, I’ll be fine. Lex will drive us home,” she said, pointing toward him.
That shit cut deeper than I expected. My stomach twisted, my jaw clenched. She chose him over me. Even after everything. It hurt like a motherfucker.
“Okay. Let’s go then. Mr. Nolan, keep doing a good job for my family, aight?” the nigga said, smug as hell.
I didn’t answer. I just kept my eyes locked on Lena.
She felt it. Felt my hurt. My rage. But she still walked the fuck away. Walked towardhim. I didn’t move. Couldn’t move.
I just stood there, hoping and praying that she’d come back to me.
But fuck.
This hurt like hell.
Chapter Nine
Lena Morrow
I decided to leave with Lex, but I could still feel Nolan’s eyes burning onto my back. That man wasn’t just watching me, he was grieving something that wasn’t even dead yet. And I knew I’d hurt him. I felt it in the silence, in the way he had to summon every last bit of willpower to let me walk away. But I needed this. I needed space. Everything was moving too fucking fast.
One moment I was a single mom, hustling through life, barely keeping up; writing erotic romance between picking up groceries and trying not to fall asleep with Marisa’s homework in my lap. My sex life was nonexistent. It had been more than seven damn months since I’d even seen a dick in person. The last man I fucked came from a dating app. Fine. Funny. We clicked. We hooked up fast, and I thought maybe this time would be different.
It wasn’t.
He fucked me like he meant it, then rolled over to answer a call from his fiancée.Fiancée.Pregnant. Wedding in a week. The motherfucker just wanted one last taste before locking it down.
I kicked him out of my house with a broom and cursed myself for letting my guard down. After that, I shut the door on every man who tried. No flirting. No dating. No hookups.
And then Nolan Hendrix walked in and fucked up my whole damn life.
In one single day, I gave him everything. My body. My moans. My damn heart…maybe. I called him baby. I let him touch parts of meIhadn’t touched in months. And the way he looked at me? Claimed me like I belonged to him. Said I was already his. Said Marisa was his daughter.
That shit was terrifying.
When Marisa said she wanted him to be her daddy, it wasn’t just cute, it was dangerous. It planted a fear in me so deep I couldn’t breathe. What if we were rushing into something none of us were ready for? She already looked at him with trust. Like she’d known him for years and wanted him to stay.
And I barely knew the man.
But my body knew him. My soul craved him. My pussy still throbbed from the memory of his mouth, his fingers, his voice whispering filthy promises in my ear like he was writing new chapters into my bones.
And yet, I walked away. Knowing I hurt him. Feeling the pain echo in my own chest. Because walking away didn’t make it easier. It made it worse.
“Lena?” Lex’s voice snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts.
“What?” I asked, turning to him with confusion.
“What did Marisa’s teacher want?” he asked, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed like he had a right to ask.
“Excuse me?”
