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First published May 28, 2021
"You fucking touch her, and you're dead," he growls. "You fucking hear me?"
"We already have, sir," Banks says.
I look up just as my dad swings. He punches Banks in the jaw, and Akara wrenches Banks back so forcefully that Akara takes the second blow to the stomach.
A girl with curly brown hair pulled into a bun and light golden-brown skin peeks inside. "Hi, sorry to be a bother. Beckett?"
"Roxanne," Beckett nods.
Charlie says a couple words in Russian. Roxanne looks surprised but also in a hurry, just telling Beckett, "Curtain in three." She shuts the door, but we hear a squeaking sound.
"Did she slip?" Charlie asks Beckett.
"She's a little clumsy for a ballerina," Beckett says but also gives his brother a forebonding look. "Don't, Charlie."
"Don't, what?" Charlie knows what Beckett means.
"You promised to never fraternise with anyone at the company." Beckett stands up. "I work with Roxanne."
I chime in, "How do you know she understands Russian?"
"I told him," Beckett says to me. "Back when I thought he didn't like her."
"I don't like her," Charlie says. "I hardly know her, Beckett." He moves away from the wall. "And I would never break a promise I made to you."
"I think to be in a polyamorous relationship and in the public eye, you need to be a certain type of person to survive. And quite frankly, I think you're too weak for it."
"Fuck me," she cries. "Please."
I smile. "Lady Meadows, language."
"Kits." She digs up into me.
I cup her breast. "You have beautiful tits, Sul."
She smiles into a breathy sound. "Sir Kitsuwon, language."
I’ve never really loved anyone like I love her. Dating a friend is one thing—dating a friend that I considered life-long feels like racing down the best black diamond slope. Exhilarating, nerve-wracking—or what a Meadows would say: the greatest adventure.
I don’t even mind being called a zero. To Sulli, I’m more. To Akara, I’m more. To my family, I’m more. To myself, I’m everything. Hell, I’m all I have when I’m alone. I better be happy with who I am.
“And if this all goes terribly wrong, I won’t need you or my dad to save me this time, Moffy.” I hold his gaze, our childhood racing through us. “This time, I’ll save myself.”
“And Luna?” Donnelly asks before even Quinn. I stare into him. Why is he asking about Luna?
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He looks fucking tortured.
Who knows what’s going on in his head? He could be standing there, thinking about how I’m six-seven, tall and big and his daughter was a virgin.
Christ.
“The love I have for them isn’t split apart and shared. They both have all of me, and I have all of them.”
“I’m just hanging on, Banks.” He sighs heavily. “The only certainty I have right now is you and her.”
What I feel for Sulli is cemented so deep inside my unholy soul.
The world will have to bring me to my knees to take her away from me.
"I can’t play favorites with you, Banks.”
“But I am your favorite,” I mention.
He gives me a look like I’m being ridiculous.
Luna pockets the note about Donnelly, and the tattooed, chestnut-haired bodyguard keeps his thumb up for Luna. Close to each other, he uses his thumb to pick an eyelash off her cheek. “Make a wish.”
“You make it. I’m not as lucky.”