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“Come home, Dash,” I beg him before he can speak. “Even if we still have stuff to sort out, do it at home, please.”
“Home,” North murmurs in my ear. “I like the sound of that.”
“I’m so sorry Candy. I should never have done what I did. I panicked, but what I did was inexcusable and unforgivable,” Dash says earnestly, taking my hands in his. “I know there’s no easy fix, no way to put this right or to magic back your trust in me. But if you’re willing to let me, I’ll work tirelessly at trying.”
Dash takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on mine, his voice laced with remorse.
“Candy, I’ve been a fool, a blind fool who let fear dictate my actions. What I did was a betrayal, a betrayal of your trust, your love, and everything we experienced together. I asked you to trust me and to let me guide you on your journey here at the club and I betrayed that in the worst, most unforgivable way possible. I can’t find the words to express how sorry I am, how much I regret the pain I caused you.”
He pauses, searching my eyes for any sign of forgiveness. The room seems to hold its breath as he continues. “I panicked, and in my panic, I lost sight of what truly matters – you. Us. I let my own fears overshadow the relationship we were building and the sacred position of power you gave me, and for that, I’m truly, deeply sorry.”
Dash’s grip on my hands tightened, his gaze unwavering.
“I know sorry doesn’t erase what I’ve done. It doesn’t magically heal the wounds or rebuild the trust I shattered. But,Candy, if you can find it in your heart to give me a chance, I promise you this – I will spend every day showing you through my actions, not just my words, that I am committed to making amends.”
His eyes plead for understanding, his vulnerability laid bare.
“I’ll be patient, understanding, and, above all, I’ll be worthy of the love you’ve given me. I understand if you need time, if you can’t find it in you to forgive me right away. I’ll earn back your trust, no matter how long it takes.”
Dash takes another deep breath, his voice softer now.
“I love you, Candy Grace Canse, and I will spend the rest of my days proving that to you. Please, let me try to make this right. Let me come home, not just to the physical space, but back into your heart where I belong.”
Tears roll down my cheeks at his words. Dash’s sincerity cuts through me, reaching the depths of my wounded heart. His plea hangs in the air, heavy with regret and the weight of this new love that was budding between us.
I stare into his eyes, searching for any signs of deception, but all I find is raw vulnerability. His admission of fault resonates with me, echoing the pain I’ve been carrying. A conflicted mix of emotions swirls within me – hurt, anger, but also a glimmer of hope.
“Dash,” I whisper, my voice catching in my throat. I release a shaky breath, unsure if I can trust the sincerity in his eyes. The room feels like a battleground of emotions, and I’m torn between the scars of betrayal and the possibility of healing.
I want so much to heal. Not just from this, but from all the painful scars of my past. Jamie, Aiden, Eric, living on the streets, constantly fucking up. I didn’t think it was even possible until I met these five men. In a short space of time, they’ve shown me that beneath the broken pieces, there’s a chance for something whole.
My gaze shifts from Dash to the others in the room – Don, Wint, Frost, and North. Each of them has been a cornerstone in this unexpected journey, a journey I never thought I’d take. Their unwavering support has been a balm to my wounded soul, and as my eyes meet theirs, I find solace in the unspoken understanding we share.
I take a deep breath, the weight of my past pressing on my shoulders. “Dash, I need time. Time to sort through all of this, time to understand if the wounds can truly heal. But…” I pause, my gaze searching his face for sincerity. “But, I’m willing to try.”
A flicker of hope sparks in Dash’s eyes, and for a moment, the room ceases to be a battlefield, transforming into a sanctuary where broken pieces might find a way to fit together once more.
His hands, still holding mine, feel warm and reassuring. I let his words linger, allowing them to settle in the silence between us. The ache in my chest begins to loosen, replaced by a fragile sense of acceptance.
Dash nods, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and determination. “I’ll wait as long as it takes,” he says, his grip on my hands softening. “I just want the chance to prove to you that I can be the person you once believed in.”
“Is that everything?” Frost asks, breaking the tension with his bored-sounding drawl. I give a watery smile and nod.
“Actually, not quite. I have a couple of gifts for Candy if that’s okay?” Dash asks. He turns to me, his face serious. “I promise I’m not trying to buy your forgiveness. But I want you to have this.”
He reaches under North’s chair and slides out a large black duffle bag, before passing it to me. It’s heavy.
“Is it filled with bricks?” I joke. When he doesn’t answer I open the zip and stare at the contents. It’s piles and piles of cash. “Dash—”
“It’s everything that was earned. It’s yours.”
“I can’t take this,” I protest.
“All of our members were offered a full refund, and without exception, they all refused. Their feedback was entirely positive and they actually want us to roll out the scheme next year in the main club. Consensually with all participants, of course,” North explains. “No one knows the truth outside of this room.”
“I still don’t want your money,” I insist.
Wint steps forward and places a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Candy, please. Take it as a symbol, not of repayment, but of the value we place on you. Your safety and happiness matter to us more than any amount of money. Consider it a fresh start, a clean slate. There’s enough money there for you to start afresh, do anything you like, go anywhere you want to.”
