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"You're such a snooping stalker," I whispered, more tears falling as I tried to just let the tight feeling in my chest fade away.
"Sorry." There was that vulnerable, deep voice of my Bulky Fucker. The voice of the man who still regretted that one moment that was completely out of his control. It made me realize how similar Onyx and Jayce could be. They both relived and beat themselves up over an incident that their victims forgave them for.
I held no resentment towards Onyx, and these tears weren't because of the pain the past delivered to me. I guess I was mourning how such a moment in time fought hard to destroy us, to destroy what was now a blessed union from Mother Moon herself.
If we'd drifted away and held grudges over the incident that wasn't in our control, we never would have found each other again.
Even if destiny brought us together once more, we'd be enemies.
A whimper escaped me, and I was soon in Onyx's arms as he lifted me right out of my seat and embraced me.
"It's not...you." He had to know this reaction wasn't because of his arrival or the past actions that I'd forgiven him for many times over.
"I know," he whispered. "I understand."
I was sure he felt my emotions that I was fighting to keep between us. He lowered us into my desk chair and held me as I sobbed. It was just one of those cries that I needed to let out of my system, and once it was done and the tightness faded away, I would feel better and calm enough to work on drinking my coffee.
Onyx kissed me after I finished half of the energizing beverage, and we shared more intimate kisses before I worked on finishing the remainder of it.
"You know I'll never replace you," I quietly informed him.
"I know." There was no doubt in his reply. "But that doesn't mean I didn't fear the possibility. And I guess he's right. I fear the lack of confidence he carries...but it's something that can be worked upon."
"Will you help him with that?" I was asking just in general. He obviously wasn't obligated to, but I felt like Onyx could connect with Saint in a way like he warmed up to Neo.
"Ya," he replied. "I'll help him in my way."
"No taunting," I huffed.
"I wasn't going to go completely down that route, Sugar," he muttered, but I knew what a big, fat lie that was. "Want me to go away now?"
"Hmm." I closed my eyes for a moment and snuggled against him. "No. Maybe I'll just enjoy being in your arms and drinking coffee until the car is ready."
"I'd like that."
We'll find a balance that supports all of us.
20
Branding, Invitation, And Police Problems: Part Two
"Dimitris gave me an invitation to the fashion show?" I confirmed with Jayce as he worked on figuring out what the best route was for us to take with the heavy traffic.
I was famished, but the traffic would surely take us two damn hours to get through, and my stomach wasn't about that life. Traffic before reservations, seating, and food being made would mold me into a hangry bitch.
I'd switched out into a bright red ruched dress with golden polka dots. My hair was up with a red and gold ribbon tie and I was letting my tattoos enjoy some of the sun's nice rays as it began to set and wash the sky with wondrous colors.
"Mhmm," Jayce replied. "He wanted to give it to you directly in the morning, but Saint pissed him off, and then he napped for a good five hours."
"That is not what you call a nap," I noted.
I could see his slight smirk in the rear-view mirror as he looked over his shoulder to meet my gaze. "Apparently cuddling cures insomnia."
"You don't say?" I acted shocked on purpose. The two of us knew exactly what I did but didn’t put it out into the world.
"It's a pretty big fashion show. It's invitation-only and even celebrities have trouble getting invited. The prince and princess that rule Dubai attend every year."
"Wow," I replied and looked over to the bouquet of flowers that were from Dimitris. "Good place to make connections."
