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To Lose You Episode 4

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For the first time ever, I realized just how dangerous of a business woman my girl would one day be. A mind like hers only came along once in a while and there was no fooling it.

My jaw twitched as I tried to force the words out. Be honest with her! Tell her everything!

I can’t! I’ll fucking lose her!

Demi’s head reared back slowly at my silence.

Then, with a nod, she stepped away from me.

I took a step toward her as if pulled.

She held up a hand and shook her head. Looking behind her, she found where her purse had fallen by the coffee table.

Still no glasses.

Something that apparently wasn’t going to stop her. “Listen to me very clearly, Dorian. This isn’t going to work if you aren’t completely honest with me.”

“Why can’t you just trust me to handle this and do the right thing?” It burned. Maybe I had no right to feel that way, but her lack of trust in me truly cut me up inside.

“Don’t you get it?” Suddenly, she looked exhausted. As beat up as I felt. “I did trust you. The last few weeks, I knew something was off and I let it rock. I let you handle it. And that entire time, you never bothered to open up to me. To tell me the truth.”

“I’m telling it to you now.”

“Not all of it!” Something about that last shout seemed to drain all the fight out of her. In its place was nothing but a resigned sadness. “You’re right. You own me. You’re right about how I feel about you—”

I moved closer. “Then say it,” I begged, needing those words more than she would ever know. “Please.”

Her chest heaved with her next breath. “No. What I can promise you is that I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me? What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means I’m leaving—”

“The hell you are!”

Dorian. I can’t be here right now. I’m going home to try and calm the hell down. When you’re ready to be open and honest with me, fully open and honest, come find me. But”—she slipped her purse over her shoulder and began walking toward the door—“don’t you dare come near me if it isn’t with the full truth. I deserve as much.”


She was gone, the door closing behind her.

Cursing, I ran out of my penthouse.

Just as the elevator door slid closed.

Fuck! It must have never gone back down after she came. That’s why it was conveniently there, waiting to take my woman from me.

Disregarding the fact that I was shirtless, I spun to take the stairs—

“Well, well. I’ll admit I never looked too closely at her, since she seems unremarkable at first, but after hearing the way she moans, I have to admit she’s fucking sexy.”

I slammed to a halt, my mind screaming at the sight of Monica leaning against the doorframe at the entrance to the stairwell.

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