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I’d suspected that had been her reasoning.
Adrenaline pulses through my veins. The raging need to claim what’s mine is almost too large to be contained.
“Good girl,” is all I say behind gritted teeth.
Staying true to my word, I stab into a new ravioli piece with my fork and feed it to Leighton. Saliva rushes into her mouth when her tongue peeks to accept the food. I groan from hearing her chew hungrily, from the wet noises her mouth makes.
“Knowing your self-worth is important.” I nod, composing myself. “Despite how misguided your notion was.”
Starving to see her chewing again, I pick up another ravioli and place it on her eager tongue.
While she chews, I continue, “What would’ve made you give up New York?”
Her eyes dart between the plate and my face. Her lips glisten with the ravioli sauce.
Fuck, the scent of Leighton’s arousal is everywhere in the closed room.
“What would I do if you’d given me a reason to stay?”
I tap the fork on the porcelain plate. “Answer the question.”
“Honest?”
I nod.
“I’m not sure.”
The boost to my ego disintegrates. In its place, the visual of Milo standing over her returns in full force. I hear his belt unbuckling and his fly lowering. His groans. His fingers thread into her hair.
My blood boils. My jaw tics, tics, tics.
“Why not?”
“You’re the shrink.” Tears brim in Leighton’s eyes, and I wonder if that’s guilt. “Who claims he’s loved and watched me for years. You tell me.”
Along with my inflated ego, my restraint slips, slips, slips.
Still, I don’t blame her for being with Milo. I blame myself.
I’m ready to rectify the damage I’ve done. I’ll abolish the memories of him and replace them with me.
Right the fuck now.
I’m no longer her psychiatrist when I toss the plate to the table. Not that composed man when I get up and spin Leighton’s chair so I can stand between her legs.
She looks up at me. Me, the one towering over her. The one with my dick hard in her face. Not fucking Milo.
“It was that boy, wasn’t it? You tasted him and gave in.” Wrapping my fingers around her silky pink hair, I yank her head back so she’ll look at my face. “That’s why you wanted to go. You thought you could be with him there. That he could offer you the life I wouldn’t. I bet you thought Rylan would never accept us, but she’d support your relationship with him. Is that it?”
I almost laugh at my own words. The men in Rylan’s life are a hard limit. I know it. Leighton sure as fuck knows it. At least when it comes to Milo.
My daughter won’t be okay with Leighton and Milo hooking up. Just like she won’t accept Leigh and me. Unless I do my fucking best to change her mind.
“That boy?” Tears of pain leak from the corners of Leighton’s bright blue eyes. “Who are you talking about?”
“Now’s not the time to fuck with me.” My free hand grabs my cock over my pants. A relief. A warning. “You know exactly who I’m talking about.”
Her lips pout, then part when realization dawns on her. “Milo?”
