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2025-03-10 00:02:00I should have pulled away.
The thought circled in my head like a song stuck on repeat. There was no way I'd be able to face her if she didn't fall asleep at that moment; there was no excuse. My hands hovered for a moment before settling at her waist carefull and lightly so I wouldn't wake her, or trigger a repeat of the disaster I almost caused. Her fingers, which were still gripping my shirt, twitched. A small noise left her lips, something between a sigh and a whimper, before she nestled deeper into my chest, muttering something unintelligible. I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening. Damn it. She wasn’t letting go. Slowly and carefully, I placed one arm behind her back and the other behind her knees before picking her off the couch, and heading for the bed. I gently laid her on the bed and peeled her hands off my shirt. Finally. Just as I was
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Curtis pulled up in the driveway and I immediately bolted out of the car. I leaned against the car, massaging my temple as I took deep breaths like someone starved of air. I still found it impressive how I managed not to empty the content of my stomach in Curtis' car with how nauseous the ride made me. Never will I go past my alcohol limits again. Seeing as Curtis was already heading for the door, I pushed myself off the car, slowly following after him. Too fast and the pounding in my head will turn into a full-on party. As we entered the living room, my lips stretched into a wide smile at the thought of Dustin jumping on me as he always did. It had only been one day, but I missed him so much. Maybe it was because I almost became a mother once and Dustin came during the period I was grieving, but I felt so much love for him that it unsettled me sometimes. It made me wonder if I'd be able to leave him without regrets. But it didn't matt
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The warm scent of butter and syrup filled the kitchen as I flipped the last pancake onto the plate. The stack was arranged neatly with the fruit carefully placed on the side just the way Dustin liked it. I drizzled a thin stream of syrup over the top, allowing it to pool slightly before setting the bottle aside.It had been a while since I made breakfast myself. Usually, the house staff handled it, but I had promised Dustin and if I'm being honest, I really missed cooking.A soft patter of footsteps made me glance up to see Amber step into the kitchen. Her damp hair fell loosely over her shoulders, the faint scent of soap and something floral trailing behind her. She leaned against the counter, watching me as I plated the pancakes. “Didn’t know you were a pancake guy.”“It’s Dustin’s favourite,” I said simply. A proud smile crept up my face as I set the plate down, admiring the art before me.“His favourite? Isn't it steak?” She muttered, her voice tinged with disappointment and anyon
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I must have misheard. “What?” He crossed his arms across his chest. “Kiss, like you used to.” My mouth fell open, but I quickly masked my shock with a smile. My eyes flickered to Amber who was staring at me. Though she had a smile on her face, her eyes were filled with reluctance and confusion. Dustin's request was bold but he was right. Marcella and I never hid our love for each other—although we never went over the top in front of him, we showed our affection. From Dustin's perspective, it was only logical for him to assume things weren't good between his parents. The clock was ticking. If we hesitated too long, it'd only confirm his suspicions. “We were worried you’d have a hard time adjusting to us being affectionate again since your mother has been gone for so long,” I said, letting out a dramatic sigh. Shaking my head, I continued, “I didn't realize it would only make you worry abou
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Curtis’ PovThe scent of fried food and cotton candy filled the air as we stood at the ticket booth, the distant sounds of roller coasters clanking up their tracks and kids squealing with excitement echoing around us.Dustin was practically bouncing on his heels, his eyes scanning the brightly colored wristbands displayed on the counter. “We’ll take three unlimited ride passes,” I told the attendant, pulling out my card.As she scanned the bands, Dustin’s excitement bubbled over. “Can we all get the same color?” he asked, pressing his face against the glass counter.Amber chuckled, ruffling his hair. “You want us to match?”“Yes!” He nodded enthusiastically.Her eyes flicked over the options before she turned to Dustin. “What colour do you want?”Elated, he focused his gaze on the wristbands, brows furrowed together like he was making a crucial decision. Finally, he pointed at a bold red wristband. “This one! It’s so cool.”The attendant smiled as she handed them over. “A matching fam
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This time, I wasn’t gentle or careful. It was heated and deliberate, meant to overwhelm her.I pressed her tighter against me as my lips moved over hers. She let out a quiet, involuntary whimper against me, her fingers tightening around my shirt as though she wasn’t sure whether to push me away or pull me closer.My teeth grazed her lower lip before I sucked it lightly, savoring the sharp intake of breath she gave in return. Taking advantage of her momentary hesitation, I deepened the kiss.And then, she shoved me away, eyes blazing with fury. “You…” She trailed off and shut her eyes. After a few moments, her lips stretched into a smile and her eyes fluttered open, a strange calm in them. Without a second glance at me, she walked towards Dustin.That was it?I wasn't expecting anything in particular, but her unsettling calm caught me off guard and made me more worried. “It's time!” Dustin's squeal snapped me out of my thoughts and I followed them on the pirate ship, clearing my head o
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AMBERCurtis had been quiet the entire ride home. He wasn't just quiet but sulking.It didn't take a genius to realize the dance-off was the cause; admittedly, it had been the highlight of my day. Never had I seen anyone with a body as stiff as his. It was almost unbearable to watch so I could imagine how he, the one who danced, felt.Dustin, still riding his sugar high, leaped out of the car the second we pulled into the driveway. He skipped toward the entrance, an excited bounce in his steps as he hummed some theme park jingle under his breath.Curtis, on the other hand, remained frozen. He just sat there, hands on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead.I wanted to bring up the kiss he gave me at the Park, but just the thought of it made my face heat up so I decided against it. For now.I unbuckled my seatbelt, watching him. “You’re really that mad?”He blinked, finally turning his head to look at me. “Mad?” His voice was calm, but his expression said otherwise.I tried not to
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CLINT A small amused smile crept up my face as I listened in on Curtis' and Cole’s conversation. Seeing as Curtis was leaving, I hurriedly made my way back to the VIP room. After three months of searching, I finally had something to work with. Since the night on the yacht, I hadn't relented in my efforts to find out what happened to Amber and how she suddenly became Curtis' wife. Even after looking into Marcella, the woman she claimed to be, there was nothing to find. If I hadn't been married to her and she hasn't admitted to being Amber, I might have thought she was just a lookalike. I clenched my fists, my fingers digging into my palm. The sharp sting was nothing compared to the humiliation and anger I felt that night of the yacht. She hadn't made any moves whatsoever but it didn't matter if she wasn't going to, I couldn't let her remain where she was. Amber couldn't have that much power. She was nothing but a discarded doll, though I had to admit she had become quite inter
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