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“Nicky invited me, I’m not flaunting anything, and I’m not yours,” I remind him. “Not anymore.”

He spins me so fast, I have to brace my hands on the sink. Smiling at me in the mirror, he snakes his hand down, lightly tweaking my pebbled nipple through my bikini top. Moving that hand lower, he cups my pussy over my bathing suit, rubbing his palm back and forth. “Shall we see what a terrible liar you are?” he whispers, lightly grazing the shell of my ear with his teeth as he slowly inches his fingers beneath my bikini bottom.

I could say red; I should say red, but instead, I find myself leaning back into his body as he pushes a finger inside me. Gasping, I grip the sink so hard my knuckles blanch as he fingers me roughly while using his thumb to stroke my clit.

“Drenched,” he chides, his eyes locking with mine in the mirror. “When are you going to stop lying to yourself, little angel?”

With that, he removes his hand, unlocking the door and walking out without so much as a backward glance.

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Arriving at my lawyer’s office, we exchange pleasantries before getting down to business.

“Here are the options,” she tells me. “One: contest the validity of the will. Two: don’t contest the validity of the will, but contest the clause where Mr. Harrison cuts out your minor child. Three: do nothing, and Mr. Harrison’s father will receive the entirety of the estate.”

“I met with Harrison’s best friend and partner on the force. He looked at the will, and didn’t think it was Harrison’s handwriting,” I tell her.

“Would he be willing to testify as to that?” she asks, leaning back in her chair.

“Probably, but I’d have to ask him.”

“Do that, and let me know. We have thirty days to contest, so we need to move pretty quickly,” she warns me.

“Let me think on it,” I say.

Exiting the law office, I stop short when I find pink lilies on the windshield of my SUV. I smile. So it was Darius who left lilies on my car back at the club, what feels like a lifetime ago. My smile turns into a frown when I recall how he wound me up in the bathroom this morning, only to walk out leaving me a needy, confused mess.

I snatch the flowers and march back inside the office. The receptionist having stepped away, I place the bouquet on her desk and hurry out. Maybe those flowers will make her day; that, or she’ll think she has a stalker.

Well, she will just have to get her own stalker, because Darius is mine. Placing a hand on my head, I sigh. I really do need help.

Chapter Forty-One

Lily

On our way to Valentina’s graduation party, Darius and I drop Iris off at the park with Kat. “Have fun,” I tell them.

“Fun is my middle name,” Kat declares.

“I thought trouble is your middle name?” Iris asks, and I laugh softly, kissing the top of my daughter’s head.

“No trouble,” Darius tells Kat, giving her a look I can’t interpret. There’s an undercurrent of tension between the cousins, but I don’t know why. “Rainbow goddess.” Darius gives Iris a hug.

“Bye, sweetie. Love you,” I call after her, but she’s already taken off to the playset.

I climb into the passenger side of the SUV, and Darius closes my door for me. “How’d the meeting with your lawyer go?” he asks when he slides behind the wheel.

“I can’t talk to you about this, not when I know—” You killed Harrison. Sighing, I say, “I don’t know anything.”

“Such a good girl,” Darius praises, and I berate myself for the tingling between my thighs.

“I have three options.” I explain what the lawyer relayed to me.

“Can I give you my two cents?” he asks.

Pursing my lips, I tell him, “I might accept a penny.”

He grins, but his face turns serious. “Iris will always be financially secure in this family. She doesn’t need anything from that piece of shit excuse for a father, or his piece of shit excuse for a father.”

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