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To Lose You Episode 32

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We took one step outside and Dorian jerked to a stop, his hand around my arm. “We need to get your coat.”

“I didn’t bring one.”

The look that earned me was confusing.

Until Dorian rushed to slip off his suit jacket and wrap it around me. “It isn’t summer. In fact, it’s one step away from winter. You came out naked in this weather.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not naked. I told you already.”

He threw me an impatient look next.


I tensed at the sound of that feminine voice calling his name. Every instinct I had flared. I already knew what was coming.

Why there was a woman approaching us —-approaching Dorian, to be exact.

He exhaled, nostrils flaring. When he turned to see who it was, his jaw hardened.

Which solidified my suspicion.

“I’m sorry. I can’t talk right now. I need to get my girlfriend home.” He placed a hand on my lower back and began leading me to the car.

“Girlfriend? Oh.”

I guess whoever she was didn’t see our kiss in the ballroom.

Carl stepped out of the car and opened the back door for us.

Despite all my warnings to myself, I snuck a glance at the woman.

Gorgeous, as they all were. Tall. Curvy. A red-head.

Because my man didn’t seem to have a fixed type. His only requirement was that they were stunning. A connoisseur of women.

I had to remind myself of what happened upstairs. Of the fact that I was the only woman he’d ever claimed to love.

Sliding into the car, I wrapped his suit jacket tighter around me.

Dorian joined me in a rush. His worried expression broke my heart. He wasted no time intertwining our fingers and cupping my chin. “Are we okay?”

I had to learn to control my reactions. It wasn’t fair to him if he had to walk around constantly afraid because his lovers were everywhere to be found, and I was too possessive to handle it. “We’re okay.”

“Home, sir?” Carl asked Dorian.

Dorian’s hesitation was clear as day.

He was afraid to take me back to his place now that I’d seen those videos.

It killed me that he was right. We’d made our own memories there, but I wasn’t sure if they’d be strong enough to stop me from feeling unsettled at his place. “Take us to my apartment, Carl,” I said on a whim.

My boyfriend’s relieved smile lit up the entire limo.

My boyfriend. It was the first time in five months that I allowed myself to think of him in that way.

My answering smile was as big as his.

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