LAYTONOne of the things I loved most about my apartment was the view. It was in one of Boston’s old corner buildings and had a hundred and eighty degree view of the city below.I sat in my kitchen with a glass of water in front of me, my tie hanging loosely around my neck. I was already dressed for the office party later, but I wasn’t in much of a party mood.If my girls weren’t coming with me and Marissa hadn’t mentioned earlier how excited Annie was about the party, I would have gone to do the opening and then come straight back home.A night on my couch sounded like a much better idea than a night out. Especially because it was a night out during which I had to make a decision I really didn’t want to have to make.I didn’t feel like there really was a right decision to make in my situation. Every time I thought I knew what I was going to do, I realized I didn’t actually want to do whatever it was I’d decided on.It was annoying the shit out of me. I usually made up my mind fast on
LAYTONI didn’t allow myself to think about her too often, but when I did there was this gaping hole in my chest. Maybe I could fill at least a part of that hole with information I hadn’t known about her before.“She was a true partner to me. She supported me in everything I did, and I’m ashamed to say, I took her advice for granted.” I could see the admission weighed heavily on him. “I should have listened to her more often.”He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath before he continued. “I think you would have been too young to remember this, but I owned a couple of race horses once. Your mom always liked horses and I thought it would give us something we could do together as a family, to go out to the track.”I grunted. Only my father would think you had to buy race horses before you could take your kids to the track. I also wasn’t sure how old I was at the time, because I really couldn’t remember ever having horses, but I had to question whether taking such a young c
MARISSAMy worst nightmare was coming true. It was like watching every bad dream I’d ever had coming true, seeing Brice walking toward us when Annie was standing right beside me. She’d never seen him, so she wouldn’t know he was her father.But would he tell her? Why was he here? Was he going to try to take her from me? My eyes fell to the envelope he was carrying and ice cold terror stabbed me in the heart. That was the kind of envelope that lawyers carried legal documents around in.What if he’d already done something to get custody of her? A sob ripped out of my chest. Layton’s hand was on mine instantly and he stepped to the side to shield me from Brice.Denise saw Layton and I staring at Brice. Since I felt the blood draining from my face, I was assuming she also saw how pale I was and the expression of pure rage Layton was wearing. Without having been asked to do it, she put her hand on Annie’s arm. “Come with me, sweetie. I think your mom and Layton need to get some work done.”
MARISSALayton had stilled completely, shock registering on his face to learn that Brice and I had been engaged. “I thought I loved him. I wanted to marry him. On the day of the wedding, he told me I was a whore. He said he didn’t even believe Annie was his. He also told me he never wanted to marry me and I could get fucked if I thought I was going to trap him like this.”“He left you at the altar?” Layton concluded quietly. I nodded, blinking back tears at the memory. They were no longer tears of pain, though. They were tears of red hot humiliation.“In front of my family and friends, standing there by myself in this pretty white dress I made myself,” I finished the story, lowering my voice. “Annie is his, Layton. I’m not a whore and I never have been. He was only saying it to get out of having to take responsibility for her. He was the only person I’d ever slept with back then.”Searing pain flashed in Layton’s eyes. For a second, I thought telling him the story had hurt him, but th
LAYTONAfter watching Brice walk away, I went to find Marissa and Annie. I wanted nothing more than to take Marissa into my arms and hold her until I knew she wasn’t hurting over what Brice did to her anymore.When she told me her story, it took everything I had not to walk over and knock him the fuck out—for starters. Aggression had never been my first reaction to news, but it was when Marissa finally told me what he did. Everything.Being left at the altar would have been bad enough, but the other stuff? It was no wonder she had such trust issues, that she was so fiercely protective of Annie and so sensitive about having to be reliable.I didn’t blame her, I probably would have taken my child and moved to the Arctic Circle or somewhere equally as sparsely populated to ensure my kid never had to deal with that kind of behavior from anyone. A lot of how she had acted and reacted since I met her made more sense to me now, just like this deal with Banks and Brice made more sense to me n
LAYTONHolding the NDA out to her, she took it and her eyes dropped immediately to the signature line. Which was blank. “I didn’t sign it. I told him to tell Banks where he could shove his insane requests.”Marissa blinked, a huge smile spreading on her face. “Annie’s sleeping, but would you like to come inside?”I nodded, pulling her into my arms as the door closed behind me. Marissa lifted herself up on her toes and kissed me, her fingers winding into the hair around the nape of my neck. When we broke apart, she kept her hands where they were and spoke with her lips inches away from mine. “I love you, Layton. I love you so much.”My heart hammered louder and harder than it ever had before. It was trying to beat its way out of my chest to climb into hers. That was what it felt like, anyway. It already belonged to her, it might as well have done it.I blinked at her, taken aback by hearing the words I wasn’t sure I would ever hear from her. “Could you repeat that?”She smiled. “As man
MARISSALayton’s lips on mine were the best thing that I’d ever felt and I never wanted him to stop. I writhed against him, feeling him hard as steel against my center as he continued to kiss the crap out of me. He dipped his head lower and licked a path to my breasts, his hands on the hem of my shirt.There was something we had to do, somewhere we had to go. But I’d lost track of my train of thought. Warm hands came up to cup my breasts over my pajama top, his thumbs dragging over my puckered nipples. A shiver ran through me. I was so damn wet. I wanted him so bad.“Cold?” Layton asked huskily.I shook my head, closing my eyes for a second as I tried to find words. And figure out that gnawing feeling that we had to move. “No, just—”Layton gave me a sexy, knowing smile. “Me too. Let’s take this to your bedroom, shall we? We definitely shouldn’t let Annie find us like this.”Fuck.Annie.Of course, that was why we had to move. I nodded at Layton. “Let’s go.”His hands dropped to cup
MARISSAStars exploded behind my eyelids. The intensity of the orgasm building inside me was astonishing. My body was going to be blown to dust when it hit, but I couldn’t freaking wait for that glorious release. I gripped the sheets harder, trying to anchor myself against the powerful sensations ripping through me.My hands flew to his hair next, tugging it as I held him to me. Knowing my body better than I did, he knew exactly what I needed. Bringing his lips to my clit, he sucked the little bud in between them and flicked it with his mouth.That perfect pressure sent my body skyrocketing. I stifled a cry, relieved somewhere in the back of my mind I had the pillow handy and crushed it over my face. Sensation crashed into me as I came, overwhelming me with a pleasure I would never get used to.Floating in a bubble of ecstatic bliss, my body went limp. When I opened my eyes, Layton was there wearing a satisfied smile.But it was too tight, too strained. His muscles were tense and his