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His threats are getting to me now, and I want to slap him, but as I lift my hand he grips my wrist. “Careful Lou, you do not want to upset me.” I can see the broken expression on Will’s face. This is destroying him, he loves me, even if I couldn’t return that love fully. I was cruel and stupid, I should have tried harder and been more committed. My heart just couldn’t give all of me to him.

“The O’Neill family have all signed the contracts,” Will pushes an envelope across the table between us, “I’m sorry, Lou,” he whispers, getting up, “I can’t do this.” Will strides out of the office leaving me alone with Roark and the reality of what has happened. My own family sold me, like a slave.

No one is coming to save me.

I sit still on his lap, defeated, hurt, and betrayed by the people who are supposed to love and protect me.

“I told you I would come back for you, Lou, I whispered it in your ear while you slept that night,” he says calmly, his voice turns me both hot and cold. A part of me has always waited for him to come back, it’s why I found every excuse to stay.

“Fuck you, Roark,” I hiss, defiant and angry, “You may own my body, but I still have my soul. I will be damned if I lose that too.” I use all my strength to pull away from him and slide off his lap, I need to get away from him — where he can’t touch me. My body is weak, I have to keep my mind strong.

“I will own every part of you, Lou, you’re mine. I will make you give me all of you, I will take it from you. Because you have always been mine.” Roark gets up off the chair to stand in front of me. He towers over me. Crowding my body with his, he steps even closer, so I have to tilt my neck backwards to look at him.

Chapter12 - Roark

It’s been days that I have been sitting on this revelation, and what made it even better was that it wasn’t even my idea. Her brothers literally offered her to me to save their own asses, with family like them, Lou doesn’t need enemies.

I am supposed to be starting over, coming home to be a better man for my son. But Lou, she has brought out the worst in me. Even now she stands here in front of me defiant, like she has a choice — there are no choices. I paid for her, it wasmymoney that cleared her brothers’ debt and I intend to get what I paid for.

“I’m going to kiss you now, Lou,” I growl, looking at her mouth, her lips pulled tight in anger, her cheeks red with the heat of her frustration. She doesn’t say a word, just stares defiantly into my eyes. Unmoving.

I stand in front of Lou, crowding her so she can’t deny the connection between us. It’s tangible, like a magnet. When we get close, we either stick to one another or repel each other away.

The weight of my mistakes past and present sit heavy on my chest. She’s mad at me, and I know I deserve every ounce of her anger. I take a deep breath, trying to find the courage to speak, but her eyes lock onto mine, blazing with hurt and frustration. I can’t justify what I have done— she should be angry at me.

“I can’t believe you just bought me,” she says, her voice quivering with emotion. “You don’t own me because you paid for me. You cannot kiss me or touch me.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I think I have messed up, and I can’t blame her for being furious. This was sneaky and underhanded, I shouldn’t have entertained the idea when her brothers came to me.

I reach out, my hand trembling slightly as I cup her cheek gently. “I know I screwed up, Lou,” I admit, my voice filled with remorse. “Then and now.” I am sorry, and I am also not sorry at all.

Her anger softens, replaced by a mix of sadness and confusion. “Why didn’t you trust me enough to talk to me?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. She looks hurt, “You could have let me be mad, and then talked to me about this. That was cruel, Will didn’t deserve that. He is a good guy.” Lou, sighs. “Roark, you left me. We are not who we were back then. What made you think I would forgive you?”

I lean in, my forehead touching hers, seeking comfort in her presence. “I don’t have a good answer for that,” I say truthfully. “All I know is that I made a mistake, and I’ve regretted it every day since.” I wished so many times she was with me to share my highs and lows. The wins and losses. I missed her more than I will ever admit — I was wrong to leave her.

Before she can respond, I can’t hold back any longer. The nostalgia I feel with her, the longing to make things right, takes over, and I press my lips gently against hers in a tender kiss. At first, she hesitates, her mouth stays closed and her body stiff. Rejecting me, and my apology. I pour my heart into the kiss, hoping she can feel the depth of my remorse. I bought her because I never want to leave her again. I am selfish, and jealous, I can’t live in a world where she might be with someone else.

In that moment, the past fades away, and there’s only the two of us—our lips meeting, a silent confession of my regret and my love. It’s as if time rewinds, and I’m transported back to the moments when we were happy and inseparable. Full of hope and excitement, before the real world tarnished us. I feel her warmth, her softness, and in her kiss a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, she can forgive me.

Lou softens, her mouth relaxes and she lets me in. Her sweet soft moan is the most arousing sound ever.

Her lips against mine, the undeniable connection that’s never truly faded. I pull her body closer so there is no space between us. My heart races, and I explore her curves, touching her, savoring the sweetness of this moment. Because I know when it’s over angry, bitter Lou will still be there. But this is a start. It’s a chance to rebuild what we once had, to show her that I’m here, willing to make amends, and that my love for her has never wavered.

When I pull back just to take a breath Lou puts her palms on my chest, closes her eyes and a sweet sigh escapes her. Then she opens her eyes and the fire is back — she shoves me. Pushing herself away from me, needing to escape. “No,” she says, just one word.

Lou looks at me. She is right, we are not the same kids we were five years ago. I won’t be told no, and she won’t give in without a fight.

“Don’t say no to me, Lou.” I am not going to be denied what I want this time. I was forced to leave her, given an impossible choice. Now there’s no other option. I want Lou.

“No.” She says it again, louder, “I am saying no. You can’t just buy everything you want, even if you are a rich celebrity. I can’t be bought, Roark. So, no,” she says, “you can make me marry you, sure. But I will not love you, I will not want you, or need you. I am not yours, I hate you.” Her words and her expression don’t match up to one another. Her mouth says she hates me, but her eyes say she never stopped loving me. I see the pain I caused.

I step closer again, and she steps back, the closer I get the more she tries to get away. When her ass hits the edge of my desk, she looks at me. Trapped with nowhere else to go I wrap my arms around her. Lou’s warmth, her softness—it all feels like coming home after a long journey. I want her, so badly. And as much as I enjoy a good cat and mouse game, I want her to want me too. The connection between us is still there, I can feel it in my bones, and my boner. When I touch Lou, I come alive, she makes my heart thump and it excites me like nothing else has in a long time.

I lift her up onto my desk, and our bodies press against each other, her legs spread wide where I stand between them. My cock is hard against her, her skirt hikes up so I can see the silk of her underwear where she has a wet spot. Lou’s body doesn’t hate me. She’s turned on, no matter what her mouth spews, her body can’t lie. Even in this passionate embrace, there’s a part of her that’s still holding back, still fighting against the need to stay mad at each other.

“Your pussy doesn’t hate me,” I say, grinding my hardness against her underwear. “It can’t lie to me, not like your filthy little mouth does.”

Lou’s fingers trace lightly along my jawline, and I can see the struggle in her eyes. She is losing the fight against herself, she wants me. But she is too stubborn and proud to admit that. We’ve both been hurt, and some of the scars are still fresh. But in this moment, there’s a glimpse of the love and passion that once bound us together, and it’s hard to ignore. We were like a blazing fucking dumpster fire together, hella hot, but completely out of control and dangerous.

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