Page 48 of Make You Love Me

I can’t help the pang of jealousy that runs through me as I see Nox laugh at something Lottie says. Nox is like me, he doesn't entertain people he doesn’t like, and he definitely doesn’t laugh at them. Seeing how easily she fits into my world is slowly shoving the knife full of regret, deeper and deeper.

Taking a long pull from the blunt, I hope the smoke will help settle all my racing thoughts.

Deep down I knew she wasn’t like my mom because she despised Ethel for what the money and greed turned her into. But seeing her that day with Jacob had my mind all over the place. I needed time to cool down, but I never imagined she would up and leave without so much as a conversation. When I went back to Nori Beach the next day looking for her, she was gone... like packed up and gone. I was in complete shock and convinced myself I didn’t know Lottie at all. Now seeing her like this, I’m back to square one, questioning every decision I’ve ever made.Full of fucking regrets and wanting to go back to the time before that day ever fucking happened.

Ford catches me standing back watching and yells, “Hey pussy, bring that blunt over here and share.”

I walk my ass over to him, because I sure as shit can’t smoke this whole thing by myself tonight.

“Oooo is that the good shit you had this summer?” Hearing her voice directed at me lights me up inside but having her regard me like just another guy she hung around with this summer pisses me the fuck off. I still take the opportunity to go over to her.

Pulling another long drag off the blunt, I lean down as she looks up at me with wide eyes. Touching my lips to her mouth as I hold in the smoke, I take my blunt-free hand to the back of her head to hold her firmly to my lips. She opens her mouth with the slightest moan, and I blow the smoke down her lungs. She inhales, taking it in further as I lean back to watch her.

Still the sexiest damn thing I’ve seen, she exhales pursing those kissable lips, her hooded eyes watching me closely. A low growl comes from deep in my chest as I hold myself back from kissing her fuckable mouth.

Everyone is silent as they watch us. Ford breaks the quiet moment. “Now that we’re all horny as shit from that little stunt, can I please hit that blunt G!” I chuckle and pass it to him.

The party continues but neither one of us can take our eyes off the other. Someone decides to play Circle Of Death, which is a drinking game with a deck of cards where everyone gets even more fucked up really damn fast. I’m still not drinking so I just keep being the creep I am and watch Lottie.

She’s having a lot of fun so when I come back from the bathroom and see her crying with Frankie in a corner, I feel the uncontrollable need to fix whatever has her upset.

Frankie leads her towards her bedroom and I follow them.

“This is just so hard being around him but not being his… I’m going crazy.” Hearing her say this gives me hope even though her painful tone guts me. Frankie soothes her as she sees me and waves her hand for me to go away. I don’t listen. Lottie lies down with her eyes already half-closed.

“Let me, please Frankie?” I whisper to Frankie as she starts to take Lottie’s shoes off.

She surprisingly listens. “Okay G, only because I think she needs you and I trust you won’t do anything stupid.”

“Thank you.” I nod back to her.

Frankie gives one last warning before she leaves. “I’ll be back in a few minutes so don’t upset her more or I will have to beat your ass.”I give her a look that says “I got this, now leave” as I sit down on the bed beside Lottie.

Removing Lottie’s shoes, I throw the extra blanket from the bottom of Frankie’s bed over her. I brush the curls back off her face and kiss her forehead, lingering to soak up her scent.

She whispers “Grey… what are you doing?”

“Just tucking you in Babygirl.”

But before I can continue, she sits up straight and starts to rip her shirt off as she slurs “It’s so damn hot in this place.” Then she giggles and says, “Or maybe it was all that tequila.”

I smile at her drunk-girl conversation with herself until I get a front-row seat of her full tits spilling out of her bra. Fuck, have I missed this view. Gently running my index finger between her cleavage, not even realizing what I’m doing until she grabs a hold of my wrist and whispers my name almost like a plea. When she licks her lips, I know I need to snap out of this. She is way too drunk and when I have her again it won’t be like this. Jerking my shirt off over my head and throwing it over her quickly before I do something stupid, I lean back and adjust my dick in my pants as she lifts the shirt off her chest and inhales deeply.

“Damn I have missed that smell,” she says all dreamy-like. I wish she would give me an ounce of this sweetness when she isn’t drinking. But these days that seems unlikely even if I don’t really get why.

I smile at her and say truthfully, “I have missed every fucking thing about you pretty girl.”

Sighing, she gives me a sleepy smile and says, “Tell me it wasn’t all fake?”

That has my blood running cold. “How could you think that? Of course, it wasn’t. It still isn’t.”

In a pained voice, she says, “You hurt me so bad, and now…” She lets out a deep sigh. “I’m so confused.”

“You and me both Stacks. We need to talk when you’re sober.” She doesn’t respond after that, so I sit and watch her like I’ve been doing all night. Reaching down to touch her charm bracelet, hope ignites even more in my chest from the sight of the anchor I gave her still in place. She may not be ready to admit it but somewhere in that heart of hers, I'm still there.

Her breathing is slow now. She’s so peaceful, so perfect.

It takes everything in me to get up from Frankie’s bed and move away from her. I know sober Lottie would wake up pissed if she found herself wrapped in my arms. So, I back away. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I shoot her a text so she’ll wake up to it tomorrow.

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