“Yes.” More tears cascade down my cheeks, but these he swipes away with his thumb. “But don’t you see how shitty that is?”

“I saw the woman I love struggling to find her footing. It’s why I didn’t give up on you, why I showed you that I was going to be a constant in your life. I was waiting for you, Myla. I will fucking wait for you forever.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve so much more. I’m just the lucky son of a bitch you chose.” His fingers tilt my mouth up and then he’s kissing me all over again. Possessively.

His grip is tight.

His mouth demanding.

And when his tongue meets mine, I’m lost.

* * *

RYOT

“Do you want to . . . hang out, maybe stay over?” Myla asks as she walks me up to her place after the most intense make-out session of my life.

Right there, in the parking lot of the law office. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and we didn’t stop until it felt like an hour had passed and I was so fucking horny that I was going to burst if we didn’t leave.

Before we went back to her place, we found a food truck and ate some chicken wraps while she looked into the envelope Mr. Tarkin gave her. Inside were documents about her dad’s estate and basically . . . her inheritance. Over two million dollars. Color us both shocked. She’d had no clue, but he had a solid life insurance plan. I’m pretty sure she’s in shock over the whole thing.

“Do I want to come back to your place, uh yeah, babe, I do.” She chuckles as we entwine our fingers and make our way through the front door of her townhome where Nichole is sitting on the edge of the couch.

Myla stumbles to a stop and says, “Nichole, what are you doing here?” From what Myla told me, Nichole has been out of town, and it’s the one reason she asked me to come with her today.

Her eyes fall to our connected hands and then back up at us. “I felt bad being away when I knew you needed me, so my boss sent me home on his private jet. Although, it looks like everything went well,” she says while folding her arms across her chest.

“It . . . it did,” Myla says nervously. “Uh, we were actually going to—”

“Hey, babe, can I speak with Nichole separately?” I ask. I think that’s what needs to be done right now. Things won’t be weird between Myla and Nichole, but things are most definitely awkward between me and Nichole.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s necessary,” Myla says.

“No, I think it is,” Nichole says. “Meet me in the kitchen, Ryot.” And then she takes off.

When she’s out of earshot, Myla turns toward me. “I don’t like this. I know she’s not a fan of yours, and I don’t want her to say anything that will hurt you.”