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Without hesitation I slam into her. Fucking out all of the pent-up desire I’ve had for her ever since I saw her coming down that staircase earlier. Her fingernails dig into my ass as I rut into her. “Yes Grey… fucking yes.” Knowing her orgasm’s on edge from earlier I keep going. I’m going to explode with her. Ripping her strapless bra down so I can see more her... the sight of her big tits exposed still pushed up by her bra almost makes me blow right there.

“You are the sexiest fucking thing in this world Stacks.” I lift her leg, shifting myself even deeper inside. Her head falls back, and she moans incoherently. I see the moment her eyes open again and roll back in her head as she squeezes my cock so tightly and lets go completely. I empty myself inside her while moaning her name.

I come back to with her brushing her thumb across my lips. “I love you so much Greyson Rexwood. Thank you for tonight, for being by my side.”

“I love you… you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”And I mean every word, because one day she may want to.

That thought has my stomach turning sour. Trying to push it out of my head, I feel our juices leaking out of her. “As much as I want to leave a ‘fuck you’ to Ethel on her couch, we better get up and get you cleaned off.”

I rip my undershirt off over my head and shove it between her legs to keep her from getting messy. Picking her up, I carry her to her room.

Upstairs, we fuck two more times until we are both sated and exhausted.

Even with being as tired as I am, I still find myself tossing and turning with that gut feeling.

My guilt is catching up to me and I know I need to tell her before someone else does.

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Unable to lie in bed with my thoughts any longer, I take the opportunity to make Lottie breakfast in bed.

I hear a throat clear as I turn the stove burner off. Looking up from the omelet in the frying pan, I see the bane of my existence has entered the kitchen.

“Rexwood, your time is up. You need to end things with my granddaughter by the end of next week. I have plans that need taking care of and I need her to ensure they happen,” she says in her snarky voice.

“Over my dead body Ethel, I won’t lose her again. I don’t give a fuck if you tell her about our arrangement. I was planning to explain it all to her soon anyways. I won’t let you take her away from me,” I growl at her. My elder respect for this lady went out the window a long time ago.

An evil smile creeps onto her face. “Oh, but I will. You see, I know things… have evidence of things that would put your precious father and his biker buddies away for a long time.”

That gives me pause. Unsure of what’s she playing at, I remain silent and let her continue.

Ethel moves closer to me like a predator. “You were almost perfect until you became a problem when things didn’t end for good. The exact reason why I keep some of my cards in my pocket. Just ask Daddy dearest… he knows how I play."What the fuck is she talking about?

“I knew Lottie would fall for you just like her mother fell for your loser-of-a-father. The minute I overheard you talking to that other punk at the club about spending your summer in Nori Beach, it was like my plan fell perfectly into place. Get rid of Jonathan quickly so that by the end of the year she could be engaged to Jacob. Until my father went and croaked, leaving me no choice but to bring Lottie to this town, closer to you, before she had time to forget about you altogether.”

I clench my fists at her words.

With a sly smirk I would love to smack right off her face, she continues, “I wish I could have just skipped you all together, but I knew the Roberts boy didn’t have it in him plus I didn’t want him to tell his father my plans. It would have all worked out, but you did something I didn’t expect you to do… you actually fell in love with my granddaughter.”

Rage courses through me as I slam my fist down on her kitchen island, snarling at her, "I'm madly in love with her and I don't give a fuck what bullshit you have over my head, you won't take her away from me."

I hate this woman with every fiber of my being. Wishing I could forget that day—the day I made one of the worst decisions of my life, not understanding the consequences.

“Tell me Greyson, what did you do with the money I paid you this summer to woo and date my granddaughter?” she asks as she taps her fingers on the counter, not one bit ashamed of her actions.

A new voice echoes in the room. My favorite voice… the sweetest voice on earth... but right now, there is hurt and anger in that voice I love so much and it's because of me.

“Yeah… tell us, Greyson. What did you do with the money dear ole Grandma here paid you to date her naïve granddaughter?” Her words confirm she heard the majority of our conversation. She shakes her head in emotional disbelief. “Was that what you were paid to do… make me fall for you?”

Ethel’s game has never had any effect on my feelings for Lottie. I just need to make sure she understands that.

I go to her, unable to hold back. Scared to death to lose her again… my anchor. She isn’t leaving without dragging me through the sand with her.

Grabbing her chin, making her look me in the eyes to see all my truths, I tell her, “I wasn’t paid to make you love me.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Beginning of summer-

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