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“No, he wouldn’t usually, but I’m assuming since you’re here he did.”
I point out.
Atticus doesn’t reply, observing me seriously. “Are you happy? Truly?”
“I am,”
I answer, and I truly mean it. Sitting down on the sofa opposite him, I tuck my leg up to face him, knowing this is a conversation we both need to have. “
Really, he’s… this might sound unbelievable, but he’s sweet and caring. I’d say a man of fewer words but, compared to how he was in prison, I’m grateful he speaks far more than he did then.”
I smile slightly.
“He didn’t say anything back then. Stubborn is what I’d say.”
Atticus frowns.
“No, he didn’t, but he was just another piece for the goddess to use. He didn’t choose his birthright.”
I sigh, clutching my mug, welcoming the heat from it.
“I’m not one who can speak of matters of the heart, but one thing I do understand is that we really don’t get to choose who we love.”
He sighs, running his fingers through his hair.
“These Toussaints huh…”
I say, giving him an apologetic smile. He chuckles.
“Indeed. There must be something that just calls us…”
He shakes his head. I do feel bad for him, but I hope he can understand that Zade is the one for me.
I nod, my cheeks heating up at the thought of Zade.
“You really do love him…”
“I do,”
I whisper.
We’re silent for a moment, but it’s not tense.
“It’s different from what you had with Jai, isn’t it?”
he asks, almost afraid to say it. “Don’t get me wrong… but I did see you two together and you speak differentlyabout Zade. The mate bond is something special.”
I freeze, my heart thudding. “I did love Jai. Maybe it’s the mate bond…”
I can’t say more, even if deep down I know these feelings are far stronger, I will never admit them out loud.smile
“Well, that’s the most important thing, that you’re happy… and I haven’t seenyousmile so much in years. I like seeing that and if the price to seeing you is him, then I’ll pay it willingly.”
I smile at him, trying to fight back my tears and moving closer, I hug him tightly. He hugs me back, giving me a tight squeeze.
“Thank you.”
He pats my back before we move back, and I smile at him. This isn’t easy for him, and I appreciate him for trying for me.
“Well, I’ll let you carry on. I’ll head to bed. It’s been a long day,”
he says, standing up.
I nod as he downs his coffee and I stand up too, to show him to his room.
“I just want you to know that if things ever get rough and you just need an ear to vent to I am still here and no, I won’t tell you to jump ship and leave him, but we all need someone to talk to at times.”
“Thanks, I’ll be holding you to that,”
I say, showing him the room. “Oh, and don’t tell Zaia. I want to tell her myself.”
“I don’t really chit-chat with her unless necessary. I won’t tell her,”
he says with a smirk.
I nod. “Alright,”
I say, knowing it’s true, he’s taken a step back from Zaia, giving them both space, something that he needed to do for his own sake and for hers. I just wish he’d find his fated mate too… “G’night.”
“Goodnight,”
he answers.
I shut the door and return to the other room, realising Zade has either left his phone or he’s back.
Hmm, I didn’t hear him.
I look around, but he’s nowhere in sight; I peer outside to see the truck and the bike are both there too… strange. Maybe he went for a run or something. Deciding to shower, I look in my bags, thinking Zade saw all my things, including my lingerie… not that I had anything too sexy.
I rummage in my bags, looking through what I actually brought with me.
Hmm, there really isn’t anything that stands out… I should purchase something sexy, or at least a couple of pieces, before I can go shopping properly. My eyes light up as I grab my phone, sooner or later he’s going to want to fuck me and when he does, I want to have some sexy sexy lingerie….
(End of flashback)
I smile as I come out of my reverie and, tilting my head up, I kiss his lips softly, feeling the tingle on my lips. He stirs slightly, making my heart feel all fuzzy.
He looks so much younger when he’s asleep, there’s no frown line on his face. I itch to trace the faint line on his forehead but hold back, not wanting to wake him, before I settle down and fall asleep again…
Morning came and we’ve just had breakfast, and I’m ready to leave for work. Atticus will be heading back home, too. Sebastian had called about a meeting, and I don’t know how Zaia will be breaking it to him, that it’s Zade who will be coming. Out of everyone, Sebastian’s rage will be the worst.
“Oh shoot, I forgot my phone.”
I rush back into the bedroom just as I hear the doorbell ring.
Who would that be? I pause, listening out when my eyes widen.
My parcel! I chose the next-day priority, but damn, that was fast! I rush from the bedroom to see Atticus standing there, phone in hand, but his attention is on Zade who is fucking ripping open the box!
My eyes widen in horror as I realise that I am about to be embarrassed!
“What are you doing?!”
I cry in alarm. The worst-case scenario that is coming is making my heart flutter with extreme anxiety. I don’t want Atticus to see that! Or Zade, until I’m ready!
I felt so brave last night, not so much anymore!
“Someone sent a parcel in your name,”
Zade explains like I don’t fucking know that!!! I ordered that!
Everything seems to be in slow motion as I rush over, the words that I’m trying to say coming out far too slowly.
“I ordered that!”
I scream, just as he tears through the black tissue and pulls out the raunchy tiny bodysuits that are made to cover abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
Silence.
Pin drop silence.
All three of us are silent, staring at the open crotch lacy item Zade is dangling from his finger, and I feel the damning surge of heat rush up my entire body, as both men stare at what he’s holding. I’m frozen and so is Atticus.
I want the ground to swallow me whole. I’m never fucking ordering anything again.
Zade’s eyes snap to mine, flashing blue, wider than I’ve ever seen them, which only makes me even further humiliated before he slowly shoves the bodysuits into the broken box, a few red petals falling to the floor only making
< worse!
He shoves the box into my arms unceremoniously. “I’ll be outside,”
he says, not looking back at me as he opens the door and steps out, leaving me completely and utterly mortified.
Atticus clears his throat. “Well, my cab is here, too. I’ll see you in a week’s time for the meeting then?”
he asks, but I can tell even he’s finding this awkward. Who wouldn’t!
“Yeah…”
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