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“Stop discouraging everything I tell you. You know me well enough to grasp the gravity of my words. I’m not one to propose such a subject if I don’t mean it. I just wouldn’t.” My eyes implored. “I’m not one to indulge in wasting someone’s time. So, when I tell you I want you, I bloody well do. I know I promised to let you go once we step out of this plane, but I’m telling you now, I won’t be able to. I just fucking can’t. It’s just unfathomable to me, not when I’m gravely addicted to you.”

Her breath hitched. Gray eyes bared and opened as she slowly gave me a glimpse of her soul, her heart. “If I say yes…if I do…will you move back into the house?”

My lips gently brushed against hers, needing a quick connection, like a glue to bind us together, before I brought my gaze to meet her intense stormy one. My decision had been cemented the moment I grasped the truth—that indulging in her body alone wouldn’t be enough any longer. I craved more depth, more laughter. There were layers of her I had yet to discover, and I hankered to know each one of them intimately. “I already did. It was done over the weekend.”

Her shocked expression was priceless. “What? I don’t understand.”

After all the mishaps I’d put her—us—through, I knew I had so much to prove and make up for. Either way, as long as she was with me, stayed with me, we would always find a way to compromise. “With or without a divorce, I made a decision last Thursday right after we had sex. I’m staying…with you.”

“Oh.” Her voice trembled as she peered at me through her long lashes. “And Rose? Where does she fit in any of this?”

“Nowhere. This time, I’m permanently breaking things off with her. I'll see her first thing in the morning. No more other people. No more Rose. No more Wyatt. No more other men asking you for dates, and definitely no more giving your phone number away, Gisele. It’ll be just you and me, hand in hand, working it out, as it should’ve been from the start.”

“This all seems surreal, Jared. I don’t know. Are you sure you're not just blinded by lust?” Her profound hesitation did little to sway my perseverance to see us through.

“I'm blinded by a lot of things, but I'm not blind to think that I can’t go on another day, hour without you,” I vehemently ground out, “Tell me you feel the same. I see it in your eyes. It's a reflection of mine. But I need to hear you say it. Tell me you need me just as I need you, Gisele.” My lips trailed kisses on her jawline as my half-mast member sprung to its full girth.

“Jared...” she moaned hopelessly as her body involuntarily responded to me. Slightly parting her thighs, my shaft lodged into her slick folds, enveloping it with her warm essence.

Christ…Would the time ever come when I wouldn’t want this body? I felt mental—out of my depth—but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. It was as if I had to connect with her, be it through touch, sex, kissing or through a quick gaze. I had to feel her in every sense of the word. It was the truest of form, in its most primal source, calling upon my primitive nature. It was embedded within. It was intrinsic. Animalistic.

“Say it, kitten,” I relentlessly pressed on. “Tell me you want me. Say you need me, Gisele.” I waited for a beat, but when she didn’t oblige, fear slowly grew. “Do you want to make this easy or the hard way? It doesn't matter. I want you, and I won't stop until you're mine again. So. Choose.”

She shook her head, hiding a mischievous grin as her lips met my forehead. “In case it escaped your notice, Sir Genius, you're not giving me a choice."

Ah, well, she caught on fast. “More or less, kitten. I’m not ready to give up just yet.”

“Why do you need to hear it? Nothing’s changed.” she shrugged, connecting the tip of her nose against mine, surrendering to the inevitable. “I want you, Jared St. James. Always have, always will.”

CHAPTER29

Gisele

The following morning,I woke up with him gone. After arriving last night at almost around midnight, we were both beyond exhausted. We both fell into a deep coma the moment we entered my bedroom where the pristine bed awaited us.

Thinking back, I realized we were inseparable for the past few days. And I’d never been happier. Content with undiluted bliss. We were cocooned in our own world, basking in each other.

But that was all in the past…so here we were, back to the present, to my unfortunate reality. I was bitterly reminded that in this life, happiness and completion didn’t apply. After years of riddled pain, dejection, and being alone, I knew a happy ending with Jared would be too good to be true.

Even then, there was a speck within me, within my soul, steadfastly flickering brightly amidst the darkness and insecurities shrouding my mind. A fleck of hope, commanding me to not give up.

Lounging in bed, I stayed a while, pondering before I sighed and went to shower after thirty minutes without hearing from him. I faintly remembered waking up to him kissing me on the forehead before leaving, promising he’d be back before I got out of bed.

That was three hours ago.

Jared had been gone without a call or message from him. That only meant one thing—he couldn't resist her. What did I truly expect? Rose was and would always be the woman who owned him—body, heart, and soul. Again, how could I compete with that? Apart from sex, I had nothing much to offer him. After all, didn’t Jared deem me as a ‘little girl’ at one point in time? I supposed I wasn’t sophisticated enough to satiate him.

If he went back to her, well, I’d always have Japan to remember him by. But I wouldn’t hold him back. Nor did I consider begging. We’d been there before, and it was a route I passionately refused to take again. So, I would let him go, set my love free to be happy with her.

My eyes welled with tears as I turned the shower dial on. I’d been so blinded by my own selfishness I’d forgotten about Rose’s mighty effect on him.

My chest ached as I diligently scrubbed my body. Evident marks of Jared’s biting marred my skin. His semen still spurted out of my slit. I lost count how often he came inside me. After the fifth time, I stopped taking note.

Even though he couldn’t seem to get enough of me, at the end of the day, this was all physical. Just good old sex. No more, no less.

The shower’s steam did little to calm and lift my spirits and unsteady heart. Finishing up, I haphazardly wrapped my body in a white fluffy towel before getting out of the walk-in shower. I was so engrossed with my own thoughts I didn’t spot Jared leaning against the marbled counter, arms on his chest, deeply pondering.

My breath caught in my throat as my heart rapidly accelerated. As I eyed him tentatively, his stance brought little to ease my anxiety. His forlorn countenance spoke out loud. The man didn’t bear good news.

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