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My name falls from her lips in a cry, and at the same time, I jerk as I grunt. My own climax slams into me. I come so hard, I lie down immediately after and hold her tightly. And to think I was scared of love. One affectionate hold, and she makes me feel worthy of it.

Chapter 32

Tahlia

Sunlight filtering through the drapes wake me. My head is laying on top of Alex’s warm chest. His soft chest hair reminds me just how much of a man he is. I can’t help but smile.

“Morning, beautiful,” he says gruffly. His morning voice is so thick, and if I wasn’t sore from him fucking me hard last night, I’d be climbing up on top of him and using his morning wood to relieve me.

“Morning,” I say, smiling before turning to him. God, he’s even more beautiful in the morning.

He smiles softly at me, pushing the hair off my face. “What are your plans today?”

I lift my head. “I’m planning to finish studying the finance book I got from work…but I’d love some company.”

“I have to work today.”

“Boo,” I say and push my bottom lip out in a pout.

Reading my sad face, he chuckles and brings my chin to him so he can kiss me briefly.

“Don’t sulk. I'll make it up to you later. We’ve got dinner at my parents’ house, remember?”

I nod and lay my head down for another minute before he heads for a shower. Meeting his family is exciting, but I won’t lie. It’s also a little nerve-wracking. I haven’t met a boyfriend's parents in a long time, and I just hope I don't make a fool of myself.

I lie here, enjoying the scent left on his pillow, thinking about what I should wear that would not look like I’m trying too hard, but still pretty enough to impress them.

His phone goes off beside me, distracting me. I peer at the message and think it’s work, so when I read part of the message, dread freezes me.

Unknown number: It was nice seeing you last night. Wish we repeated…

I can’t read the full message, but last night meant at the club. Repeat what?

I can’t pick up his phone and open the message to read it in full. It’s not something I feel comfortable doing. Instead, I let the dread sit heavy in my stomach as I peel myself out of his bed and walk to my room and get changed. Purely for something to do.

I decide a workout will keep me busy until he leaves, and then I need to go to Maddison’s to talk to her. The dull ache of the hangover has been replaced with the pain of confusion.

I thought we were in a relationship. I thought I could trust him. I thought he changed. But that message tells me he’s still a playboy and I’m an idiot for believing him. I’m due for my period, so maybe I’m extra paranoid, but before I accuse him, I need Maddison’s advice.

Is this all part of his charm? Am I a fool?

Downstairs, I move to the treadmill and begin walking slowly. His shape stands in the doorway, and I hate the way my traitorous body is enjoying the way he watches me.

My heart constricts as he walks toward me. I don’t want to appear rattled by the text, so I hold on to the sides of the treadmill, so I don’t trip or fall.

“You’re back in here. I clearly didn’t wear you out enough.” He gives me one of his crooked smiles, and if I wasn’t so numb, I’d feel hot from his suggestion, but every muscle is still tense.

I need to let this go for now. I can feel him staring at my profile beside me, so I turn to face him and look over him. Yeah, he’s a delicious man. Bringing my gaze to his amused one, I answer honestly. “I’m definitely sore.”

He frowns with deep concern. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

I soften slightly and offer a small smile. “No, it was hot.” And that’s the truth.

“Good. My parents’ house for dinner tonight?”

“Yeah, what time?” I ask, knowing I need to get my shit sorted before then and to make sure I’m ready on time.

“Six-thirty?”

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