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He’s hurting me.
“Are you crazy. It’s over. We were never getting married,” Steve says as if I’m the one who got it wrong.
“I know that, asshole. My entire family knows that.” I snap. “What I came here to ask is why you did it.”
He rolls his eyes. “Jesus Molly. It was years ago. Move on.”
My eyes fill with tears, and I hate that he gets to see me like this.
“I have. I am. I just want to know why,” I say, my entire body shaking.
Steve’s gaze dips and his eyes roam my body. I feel dirty and the urge to cover myself from this man I was intimate with hundreds of times shocks me.
Suddenly I see him for what he truly is.
A liar. A cheat. A creep.
Atlas is nothing like him. He’s beautiful and kind and a romantic gentleman. Except in the bedroom, which is pretty perfect.
“You’re a hot piece of ass, Molly. I liked fucking you. Nothing more,” he says.
I wipe my tears away angrily. He doesn’t deserve a single one of them.
“Then why propose? Why go to that extent?”
He looks over his shoulder and I know he’s searching for his wife. Taking my arm again, he nudges me into the shadows, and I panic.
“What are you doing? Steve let me go!”
“You horny, Molly? You miss my cock? Is that why you’re here?” He rasps and the familiarity of his scent so close messes with my mind.
This man knows every inch of my body. I was going to marry him. Part of me trusts him and part of me despises him.
I’m shaking as he starts to pull me behind some large potted plants.
“Yeah, you need your pussy fucked. Let’s go into the bathrooms.”
“No,” I say, trying to stop him without making a scene.
“Five minutes and I’ll have you creaming on my face.” His hand slides down my back and I press my heels into the ground searching for Payton.
“Fuck I can’t wait to feel your tits.” Steve pushes his hand on the door to the restrooms.
Then I hear a voice.
“Get your fucking hands off her. Now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
ATLAS
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I don’t give a shit who this guy is or if she loves him, I will not stand aside and let him manhandle Molly like this.
She’s mine.
And then there’s that.
