Chapter 47
My cross to bear
Harley
I’m biting my lip to keep the tears at bay.
I race down the hallway, bolt inside the guest bedroom, rush to the bathroom, slam the door, and lean against it.
My breaths saw in and out of my lungs as I try to breathe.
My lower lip trembles so hard, there’s no holding the dam.
I cover my mouth with my hands and dissolve into tears.
My whole life, I’ve wanted a man to see me as more than a hookup, and now that it finally happens, I have to pretend I don’t want it.
Things can’t go any further. Not with the cloud of my family’s sins still floating over my head.
I close my hand around my neck, where Kaz’s was not long ago as stars were exploding at the back of my vision and a toe-curling orgasm washed over me.
The perfect man for me…
I trample the thought.
You can’t have him.
My body convulses as tears run freely down my face. I don’t even bother wiping them away.
This is my cross to bear.
I curse this fake relationship for giving me a peek into a life I’d sell my soul to have.