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It was a good excuse because, well, I used to think about business all the time, yet now, Stella had dominated my mind. After last night’s dream, I woke up, reaching out across the bed for her, but it was empty. Sleep evaded me afterwards, however Stella remained.

Knowing that she was out on a dinner date with her ex didn’t help my uneasiness. When my mind wandered to the subject of her letting another man touch her, I wanted to commit murder.

“We aren’t getting any younger.” Zara was onto her usual self. Couldn’t she give me a break? Hell, she was becoming such a nuisance. Zara pressed harder against me, lips slowly creeping towards mine. “We could be together now. No one is stopping us.”

No, no one was stopping us, that’s for sure. Although, Stella had been in my head and it seemed like her memory wasn’t going away. It was plaguing me and I wasn’t sure where to go from here.

Being around Zara again reminded me a lot of all the good things we had shared before, but try as she might, it didn’t feel the same. There was something off; I couldn’t pinpoint it really, but it was bothersome. A part of me wanted to capture what we’d had before, however the fireworks we once shared were now a mere sparkle of what we’d had in the past.

Zara used her hand to guide my face to look at her. “We can get married now. It was what you always wanted.”

That was before… Stella.

Now, things have changed.

“I don’t love you the way I used to, Zara. I’m not saying this to hurt you or to be mean because of the past; I’m simply telling you the truth. My mind is bombarded with Stella lately.” That certainly made Zara scrutinize me in a different light.

“But what you had with Stella was sex. What more is there?”

Was it just sex? It wasthegreatest sex I’d ever had. Merely thinking about how great the sex was had already got my blood running south…

Stella.

She was a mixture of ethereal beauty and spitfire vivaciousness. Add her extraordinary cunt into the equation and then it was a double-edged sword; any mortal man’s Achilles’ heel.

“Stella’s my wife, that’s what’s more, Zara,” I directed at the woman who used to make me kneel at her feet.

“Wife?” she choked out. “I thought she was just a fuck?” She gripped me harder. “Are you in love with her?”

Zara looked like she was in a great deal of pain. I still loved her, I knew that much, but it wasn’t the same. My body didn’t rattle the way it used to. My heart didn’t beat as wildly as it once had. She used to take my breath away… yet now, I realized that they were memories that could never be rekindled or relived again.

I wanted to be cruel, be that bastard who made her cry and crush her heart the way she had mine, but for some reason, I desired to come clean more. Maybe all this heartache and pain would ease out of my conscience if we freely discussed this now. I suppose, this moment was as good as any other.

So I started with Richard and his plea.

I didn’t dare glance at Zara until I finished speaking. I knew I didn’t owe her anything, however a part of me wanted for her to understand.

“You don’t love her and you still love me… but you want to be with Stella because she makes you feelbetter?” Zara was staring at me, waiting for a yay or nay reply.

“Better is not the word precisely, but yes, she does have that.” Amongst other things…

“Well, I can be all of that and more. Just give me time. You still love me, Callum. You can’t just brush that off and pretend that you don’t because some virgin made you addicted to her fucking untouched cunt!”

Her tone and the way she was speaking about Stella snapped something in me. “And I bloody love that virgin cunt of hers!It’s one where you can’t fucking compete, Zara. I’m the ONLY man who had a taste of that and I fucking love knowing that no man has ever dwelled in that euphoric place. She’s fucking mine and I won’t stop until she’s back in her place, beneath me, panting and gasping my name until she can’t breathe any longer!” Well, there you have it. My cock had made the decision before I’d even thought it myself.

It was one thing to be addicted to something; it was another thing entirely when you had become addicted to a woman.

Stella von Berg, I’m coming for you. On you. In you.It didn’t really matter, as long as I was sharing it with her.

CHAPTER66

Stella

“What the hell?”I softly muttered under my breath.

It had been over an hour and the guy wearing all black hadn’t stopped staring at me. It was creepy. Freaky even, but it was exciting me at the same time.

My date night with Derek turned out to be a dud. Maybe it was me who was trying too hard to forget Callum or maybe the man’s charisma had just not been working for me anymore. Either way, I had left that date feeling more depressed than when I’d walked in.

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