Blake POV
Staring directly at Sandrine’s eyes, I can see she is not messing around, she is not playing me. But I still can’t believe she is about to put me on the spot, to make me watch her marry the man that has been between my legs more than once while engaged to her. This is the worst thing she could do to me, and somehow I think she knows and that’s why she is doing this. She is trying to get me to leave, to disappear, to leave her man alone, and she is right. He is hers.
“I can’t accept that. I am sorry,” I say as I spin around and open the door, leaving the room while tears threaten to spill. I look around, not really knowing where to go. I hate when people surprise me like this, and I sure as hell can’t accept that. I can’t walk down the aisle while she will be the one marrying him. Not when I had a dream of me doing that. I know it’s a mistake for me to think of him like that. I know he would never consider
Wyatt POV Watching Blake walk away from me was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Allowing her to walk away. I know it’s the right thing to do. I don’t know what the fuck I was doing. I can’t keep her around. She is the enemy; she is the person I need to stay away from, but something deep down inside of me is not letting me. “What the fuck was all of that about?” Sandrine shouted at me as soon as she walked into the room alone with me. I don’t know what she was expecting. I never promised her to be faithful. I never told her I would be hers because I’ve always known that would never happen. She is not the woman for me, and I am not the man for her, and our marriage is fake, even though she doesn’t know. Her face, as she looked at me when I didn’t even reply to her, was priceless. I think that was the first time she actually realized I would never be her man. I think deep down she thought she would break the barriers, she would get under my skin and I
Blake POVI haven’t left my bed since I got home and sink in here crying my eyes out. Besides losing the only man I have actually fallen for, I am about to lose my job, my house, my career, all because I fell for someone I shouldn’t. All because I couldn’t keep it in my pants.How is it possible that I have allowed myself to steep so low? I am this girl. I am not the girl the guys look at; I am not the girl the guys dream about and I am definitely not the girl the guy chooses instead of their fiancé. What the hell is wrong with me?I roll on the bed, laying on my back now as I cover my eyes with my arm and a wave of anger takes over me and I stand up, pulling all the covers from the bed off. I look around and this is not mine, nothing here is mine, it’s all his, and it’s a constant reminder of him. I can’t stay here. I look around as my breathing catches when the doorbell chimes.I frown, looking around. Who the
Blake POV“I’ll call you later, I promise,” I say as I stand holding the front door while Wyatt stands there in front of me. I put on some clothes while Wyatt and Emma stared at each other, hatred flying from both of them as they waited for me to come out of my room.When I entered the room, it felt like I had just walked into a freezer room, Wyatt standing with his hands in his pockets by the window while Emma watched him like a Hawke. I still don’t know what happened and why he is here, but I know this is not the time to find out.All I know is that he is here standing in front of me, watching as I move, looking at my lips with hunger plastered all over his face while I tell him to go because my best friend is here. I know Wyatt wanted to protest, but the stern look I gave him made him retrieve his thoughts and not say anything he might’ve regret later.“Blake,” he whispers my name as he takes one step towards m
Wyatt POVMy phone hasn’t stopped ringing since I walked away from Sandrine. She has been calling me every ten minutes, as if that would change my mind. Dash and Jagger called several times as well, and I even have a call from the man himself. Lorenzo Parisi. I take a deep breath as I hold my phone between my fingers, waiting for the only phone call I want to answer.“Are you there?” I receive a message from Blake and I immediately sit straight on the couch, typing away the response.“Yes, I am here,” I reply to her. I keep my eyes on the screen and the three dots appear, telling me she is typing, but then they disappear. I frown, looking at the screen, and when the dots reappear, I let out a sigh. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, and why I am feeling like this. I feel like a fucking hormonal teenager that has never had sex in his life and is about to ask the cheerleader out to prom. Get a fucking grip, Wyatt.
Blake POVAfter that small exchange of messages with Wyatt, I haven’t heard back from him all day and night, but in a way, I am happy. I don’t know what to say to him. Emma has the tv non stop on the gossip channels and everyone is talking about Wyatt leaving Sandrine at the altar.“Do you think he walked out on her while they were standing there?” Emma asks as she drinks some of her tea, and I shrug. All of this is a little overwhelming. Not knowing what really happened and I can’t stop thinking about how she is right now. I can’t stop thinking this is all my fault.“I feel bad for her,” I say, and Emma’s eyes dart to mine in shock and I shake my head slightly, cradling my tea between my hands. We have been siting on the couch for the past several hours just watching the gossip. Obviously, no one has come forward explaining anything from Wyatt’s side, and not even from Sandrine.“Look,&rdq
Blake POVI open my eyes to find Emma sleeping next to me with her mouth open and her arms crossed on top of her stomach. The soft snore makes me close my eyes again and shove the pillow over my head. I don’t know what time it is, but I don’t have to worry about a job to go to, anyway. I mentally beat myself up for fucking everything up.“Can you stop moving?” I hear Emma say and I frown peaking out of the pillow and my eyes grow wider as I see Wyatt lying down on the bed next to me. I gasp and his hand moves to cover my mouth. I nod slightly as he retrieves his hand.I adjust myself closer to him and close my eyes. I can feel his heart beating against his chest, his hands keeping me in place as they rest on my stomach. I can feel Wyatt moving his head while he takes a deep breath, and I can’t help but smile. What man would come to my bed while my best friend is sleeping next to me?“Please don’t tell me you&rsquo
Wyatt POV“Are you two done?” Blake asks, her voice almost falling, I don’t know what to do to make her realize I am here for her, I am not going anywhere and I know I shouldn’t be, but I am, and fuck everyone else, fuck whoever tries to get me to leave her. The way she is feeling right now is doing something to me, something I have never felt before. My insides are twisting and it’s like I feel her pain.“Yes,” I say without hesitation. Her eyes finally find mine and I can see the relief in them, I can see that she thought I was going to say no. “There wasn’t never anything between us, you were right,” I say and her eyes grow wide and she turns on the couch crossing her legs Indian style as she stares directly at me.“Go on, don’t stop now,” she says and I take a deep breath, sitting back on the couch as I feel her eyes on me. The way she looks at me is burning into my soul. I can fee
Blake POV“What is all of this?” Wyatt asks as he places the piece of newspaper back on the wall and I take a deep breath. This is it. He might walk away now.“This is what I do. I take bad guys down,” I say and he moves his eyes to me and then back at the wall. His hands are in his pockets now. And I don’t know if it’s because he is nervous or angry. “I started before I finished my degree. I investigate bad people and I bring them down,” I say and he shakes his head.“This is dangerous Blake, there are big names here, names I know I have heard, people that wouldn’t flinch to kill you if you get near them. You need to stop this,” Wyatt says, and I shake my head. I knew something like this would happen.“I can’t, I am sorry but I can’t,” I let out and his eyes lock on mine. I can see the anger in them, the fire burning in his eyes. He is not disguising his feelings, h
Dash POV“Seriously? A college party?” I let out and Jagger shrugs. Usually, he is the one that does this type of job, but today I am the unlucky bastard who has to deal with kids. I owe him. I promised I would do something for him. That’s what happens when your twin brother gets shot saving your fucking life. Jagger is the enforcer in our fucked up world. We belong to the MOB and I am the boss’s right hand. So usually Jagger needs to deal with this situation, scare some people, and beat them up, but today is my turn. I hate doing these types of jobs, don’t get me wrong. I enjoy beating some people and violence is always the answer, but when it comes to parties like this… I hate doing it, there’s too much to lose and I usually tend to get into some girl’s bed. As I said before, we are twins. I can’t see anything similar between us, but everyone says we look exactly the same with just different haircuts, but I don’t see it. Jagger is a miserable bastard while I enjoy life and I enjoy
Wyatt POVMONTHS LATER“Go back to bed, I’ve got it,” I whisper as I get my daughter from Blake’s arms. Breastfeeding on demand is destroying her. She barely sleeps and she is walking around like a zombie. Every time she is not breastfeeding and I can help, I jump into action and now is one of those moments. Blake nods and stands from the rocking chair and gives up immediately. “I’ll sleep here,” she says, curling up on herself and I shake my head as she starts pulling on the blanket she had covering her legs. There’s no way I am going to allow her to sleep anywhere besides our bed. “No, you need proper rest, I have a nursing bottle with the milk you pumped earlier in the fridge, you need to sleep Blake, you’re still recovering,” I say and her eyes meet mine and she nods giving in to my demand. When she stands, she leans to me and kisses our beautiful daughter on the head and I pout. Blake kisses me after and walks out of the nursery to go back to bed. I always take over during the
Wyatt POVI have suffered real torture in my life, but none of them were as bad as the torture Blake is putting me through right now. The woman hasn’t forgiven me and is keeping me on my toes. Everything is done on her terms and trust me, I am okay with it. All I want is her, Blake. Whatever the terms. If she wants to keep torturing me to the end of our lives, I am okay with it, but she will have to change the way because my balls are going blue and I am about to fucking explode. I refuse to use my hand when she has the most beautiful pussy between her legs. “Come on,” I let out, groaning in frustration as Blake walked out of the bathroom, dropping her towel on the floor right in front of me. The way her hips move is so sensual something inside of me dies every time she doesn’t let me touch her. Blake rests one foot on the chair as she moves her hands up and down her legs, bending slightly as she applies the cream on her velvety legs. “Fuck,” I hiss as I see the beautiful pink dream
Blake POVAs soon as we stopped fucking like savage animals, I pulled away from Wyatt and walked into the bathroom. My head was still foggy and my body ached. I needed some distance. I believe his words, but they don’t change anything. He did the things he did, and I need some distance to learn to deal with it. I know I will be able to forgive him, just not right now. I love him too much to stay away from him, but I also know I am fucking stubborn and I need to sort out my emotions on my own. A soft knock on the door makes me shift in place as I look over my shoulder to notice I locked the door. Good. “Blake, let me in.” I hear Wyatt’s voice and I ignore him. I turn the shower on as an sign I am alive, but I stay quiet. I need to sort out the loud voices in my head telling me I should stay away from Wyatt. That his life is dangerous and I have nothing to do with it. Look at how my mother ended up. A chill down my spine makes me move faster, getting into the shower as a horrible rea
Blake POVI stop in my tracks when I hear the words that make my entire world spin. “I love you,” he says again with a plea. I turn around and look at him. Wyatt is on one knee with a small black box in his hand, and I am taken aback by what he is about to do. “No, don’t you dare do that,” I let out. The venom in my tone makes Wyatt look down and inhale deeply. “Don’t you dare do that to me right now, I am too mad,” I say and his beautiful eyes meet mine once more and a small smirk appears on his lips and I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Blake Pierce, I have never met a woman so infuriating, smart, incredibly stubborn, and beautiful as you. You are like the sun to me. Everything in my world revolves around you. Everything that happened in our lives was for this moment right here,” Wyatt says as he stands up and takes one step to me, ending the distance between us. “If things had gone differently, we wouldn’t be standing here,” he says with his hands moving to my face and one movi
Wyatt POV“Oh, look who’s here, the boyfriend,” the fucking bitch says as she stares in my direction. Everything in me is saying to end her miserable life, to wrap my hands around her neck and put pressure until her eyes go wide, her lips turn purple and her body is limp. Her bother should’ve suffered more than he did, he should’ve ended up here with her, I wish I had my way with him, I would have made him beg for his life, I would have made him regret every choice in his fucking life, I would have shown him how fucking stupid he is and how he fucked with the wrong person. How he should’ve left Blake out of this.I might not be the best person in the world, and I don’t have siblings, but if I did, I would do everything in my fucking power to protect them, to keep them from harm’s way and I wouldn’t ignore them and pretend they didn’t exist. Their idea of family is so fucked up to me that I swear all I want to do is kill her and send her to hell, where she will meet her fucking brothe
Blake POVIt took me a long time to convince them to see Leia. Wyatt thought I would be better off, but right now he doesn’t have a say about my life, or anything, for that matter. I don’t want to hear another word coming from his mouth. Emma convinced me to be checked by a doctor before anything and treat the wounds I had on my body. I am not going to lie that eating and drinking made me feel much better and I can see things with a different clarity than I had when I was trapped in that horrible building. As I walk down the dark concrete stairs to the basement, I feel a chill down my spine and I can’t help but shake my head. This is my worst nightmare and I can’t believe this is happening to me. I take a deep breath, gathering the courage I have been hoping I have, and open the door at the bottom of the stairs. The single lamp above Leia’s head makes me think of old horror films, where they would capture their victim and leave them in a dark room with only one lamp above them. I s
Blake POVThis place looks like a freaking maze, and I can’t seem to find Leia, but I know she is in here, I had seen her earlier and I don’t think she would have the time to leave the building, this place is huge and we are quite high up.I watch as The Reaper walks out of one of the rooms and I stop walking. Wyatt stands next to me as I hold my breath. My brain trying to figure out something to say. He walks towards us and I swear I can feel my heart beating in my throat. I think it’s about to come out of my body through my mouth, if that is even possible.“I need to tell you something,” I say as I turn to face Wyatt. This might not be the best time in the world to tell him I kissed another man before I told him I was carrying his child. Fuck, I sound like a proper slut. I hate I did that. I hate myself for doing this as well, but if The Reaper opens his mouth and says anything, it
Blake POVAs we walk through the long corridors of whatever building we’re inside, I can see bodies lying. Some of them with their eyes still opened in shock, showing the shock they were feeling when they died. I never really thought about death as much as I did this time I was captured. Yes, I thought about death, but not about mine, about how people feel the last second before their heart stops beating. These last few days have been a fucking rollercoaster inside my head. Finding out I have siblings who knew I existed and never bothered to take care of me was the hardest part of it all. Knowing that I had a father until recently and knowing I had a brother and a sister who could have rescued me from the horror that was foster care and they didn’t move a finger. I don’t know if my life would’ve been better or worse than it was. But I know if they had come for me I wouldn’t have Emma in my life and I think I am okay with them leaving me alone to battle for my things because it made