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“My dad’s going to talk you out of going back to Sydney tomorrow, and he drives a hard bargain. So if you find yourself lonely at night, I’m a text away to warm you up until you’ve passed out from coming.” He placed a soft kiss on my cheek. “Think about it, beautiful Pooh.”

My resolve was melting when he used that nickname on me. But what caught my attention was about Brett asking me to stay. I was even more curious now. “Why is Brett asking me to stay? I don’t understand?”

“He’ll tell you about it tomorrow.”

There was something he wasn’t disclosing. I was almost sure of it. “Why? Why would he do that?”

“He’ll explain things to you. Don’t worry.” His breath on my neck made me shiver just as I felt his hardness on my stomach. “I want you again.”

I wanted him, too, but I couldn’t go on like this. I was digging myself a deeper grave if I said yes. True, I would get a tremendous sexual high, yet emotionally, it would be unfulfilling. And everyone knew that, without emotional fulfillment, little sprouts of happiness didn’t matter because it wouldn’t be permanent. One night of tryst was one thing, but prolonging my agony in an affair with Grey would only lead me into a delusional world. Besides, it wasn’t as if he’d displayed any warmth towards me or any sign of tenderness. If there were any of that at all, maybe it would be harder for me to decline his offer, however there wasn’t, so it was irrelevant.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t be that woman for you.”

“Why not? You’d be perfect for it,” he persisted.

Great, insult me some more, why don’t you?

The fire in me to lash out somehow turned into ashes. “If I do decide to stay, you won’t be the guy warming my bed, Greyson. For crying out loud, you’re married! What the hell!”

“So what?” he urged on, cupping my cheek now, waiting to kiss me. “It doesn’t change anything. My cock hurts—throbbing and begging to slip inside you—and you love the way this cock makes you feel. Why deny us the greatest pleasure of all without any emotional ties? I just want sex… your pussy accessible and available at all hours of the day.”

I shook my head, denying myself from having it again. “No—I just can’t.”

His knee parted my legs, giving him access to my nakedness as I felt the tip of his shaft grazing my clit. I grumbled in pleasure and protest.

“Tell me this isn’t so good? What do you want? Tell me. I have enough money to get you whatever you want. My inheritance is rotting in the bank. Just say the word, and I’ll shower you until your heart’s content.”

I didn’t want his money. I never had. Though there was one thing I wanted from him…

“AnythingI want?” I made sure to ask again.

“Anything.”

How far would he go to cater to his desires? “I need to hear you tell me you love me, then I’ll do all that for you.”

He froze, seeming offended by my request. “That’s never happening, so you better think of something better than that stupid request.”

I was glad to know where I truly stood with him. How many women had he gone through, fucking them without any emotional attachments? Too many to count.

“Then it’s best you find another candidate to be your fuck doll because it sure isn’t me.”

This time, when I made an effort to leave, he didn’t say a word nor did he try to stop me.

ChapterFifty-Four

Just as Greysonwarned me the night before, Brett asked to speak to me in his library right after I finished my breakfast. Liam sat across from me, reading through The New York Times while I contemplated when would be the best time to break it to him. Last night was a terrible mistake, yet I hadn’t felt and tasted such sweet sin.

After I left the pool house, I immediately ran back to my room, dying to have space and solace, chiding myself for stupidity, and yet, I couldn’t help dwelling and recalling the earlier events of his hot body conquering me like no other.

His offer had thrown me off. I wasn’t sure if I should be aghast and offended or bask in the idea that he found me desirable amidst it all. What’s more, listening to myself think confused me even more. The body wanted one thing while the mind pressured me to take the right path.

“You all right?” Liam’s question stilted my train wreck-worthy thoughts as I looked up to him, trying to smile.

“I’m okay. Just worried what Brett might want to talk about.” I had an idea thanks to Greyson’s warning, but also, the more time I spent with my mom, the more I noticed how seldom she smiled. There was something off with her and I had tried to reach out, wanting to know if everything was okay with her relationship with Brett, but she would always tell me she was perfectly fine—that she was simply exhausted, nothing more.

Only then had I realized how much there was between Mom and I. Back in the day, we used to talk about everything and anything and we still did, but it didn’t have the easy, carefree way that we used to express ourselves. This time around, it felt forced.

Sighing, I excused myself to head towards Brett’s library, hoping he could shed some light on my mother’s behavior. I mean, if they were having some trouble in paradise, I’d want to know. My mother was a strong woman, and for her to act this way truly wasn’t part of her character.

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