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And in this moment, I know something big is coming.
It’s out of our control – a freight train neither of us can stop.
I’m already in too deep, and despite what Evan says, I know he is too.
Even if he refuses to admit it.
Chapter 37
Evan
Switching the shower off, I scoop Anais’s limp body from the tiled floor, cradling her in my arms as I step out. She snuggles into me, her head nuzzling against my chest. My heart pounds, and my throat tightens. The depth of my feelings for her slams into me with brutal clarity.
Somehow, this little brat has managed the impossible. She has burrowed herself so far under my skin, I know I’ll never be able to dig her out.
Fuck. What is this woman doing to me?
After the shit show with Valentina, I swore off relationships. I was happy with casual sex. No feelings, no complications, just mutual respect and release. What started as a temporary arrangement with Anais, has slowly shifted into something more. Something real. And honestly, I don’t know what the hell to do with that.
My mind races, as the familiar panic creeps in, clawing at my insides. Instinct tells me to push her away, to never touch her again. Walk away before she can sink her claws any deeper. But for some unknown reason, the thought makes my chest ache. I’d never admit it aloud, but a world without the brat, without her light, her chaos, her smiles, isn’t one I want to return to.
And still… deep down, I know I can’t keep her.
A large part of the reason is Harrison. Then there’s the age gap. But mostly, it’s me. It would be selfish to keep her. And for a man who’s been selfish all his life, it’s hard to admit that. Anais is too young. Too innocent. Too good for a man like me. She deserves someone who will put her first. Who willchooseher.
And no matter how much I wish things were different… that’s not me.
I place her gently on my bed, glancing around at all her clothes discarded on the carpet. I shake my head. The girl is so fucking messy, it infuriates me. We’re opposites in every way. While I thrive on order and control, Anais is chaos and destruction. At first her messing with my shit, testing my patience, drove me insane. But somewhere along the way, I started to enjoy her petty little games.
“Evan?” she whispers softly, her lilac eyes searching mine.
It’s obvious that, like me, she feels the shift between us. It’s thick, undeniable, tangible – it’d be hard to fucking miss it. My jaw clenches as I stare at her. I should stop this. Take her home, walk the fuck away and never look back, but I don’t.
One more time,I tell myself.
Just once more, I’ll lose myself in her tight pussy.
Then before she falls any deeper, I’ll do the right thing and set her free.
It’s too late for that...that annoying voice whispers, but I quickly shake it away.
I climb on the bed, crawling between her legs. We’re both still damp from the shower, soaking my sheets. I make a mental note to remind my maid to change the bed.
My mouth finds her skin, and I press kisses to every inch I pass. Her calves, her knees, her thighs. I kiss her pussy, her stomach, nip her breasts. Then I press a soft kiss to her chin before I finally make contact with her lips. My cock hardens between us, begging to sink inside her perfect cunt and make itself a home.
Her mouth parts, allowing me entrance, her legs spreading wider to accommodate my body. A part of me swells with pride, knowing I taught her everything she knows. Tearing my lips from hers, I bury my head in her neck, knowing this is thelast time I’ll inhale her drugging scent. The last time, I’ll nuzzle the space I’ve claimed as mine. Every inch of Anais feels like mine.
And though I’m letting her go, she will always belong to me.
The thought of another man touching her, kissing her, burying his cock in her, nuzzling her neck – makes my vision turn red. But I swallow it down.
Because I know this is how it has to be.
“Evan?” Anais repeats, and I blink away the haze.
Does she sense my turmoil?
Does she know what’s coming?
