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First published April 7, 2015
She needed me. Hell, she just needed somebody. And fuck if I didn’t want to be here to help her.
“Mase Colt-Manning fights for those he loves. It’s what he does. And I know he tried to fight for you. He wanted to conquer your battles.”
I let him help me, because I was sure it was the last I’d see this man. He didn’t realize it, but he’d given me hope. And he’d shown me that not all men were evil.
“Mase Colt Manning fights for those he loves. It’s what he does. And I know he tried to fight for you. He wanted to conquer your battles.”
There was a worshipful look on his face that made me feel cherished. Important, Protected.
I should never have loved. I wasn't meant to love or be loved. This was a lesson I should have learned by now.
"I want you to see yourself the way I do. The breathtaking beauty who has me so completely fascinated. She's a fighter. She's strong. She's fun, and she's kind and honest. She does't judge others. She accepts people for who they are. She doesn't expect anything but gives beauty to the world around her freely. That is who I see, Reese. That is who you are. See that too, sweetheart. Please see that too."Mace's character was just a dreamboat... a dreamboat in a stetson and cowboy boots (fans self). A dreamboat who said the most beautiful, heart felt, honest, right things with perfect timing. Add to that his alphamaleness and his need to claim and protect "his" woman and I was in book boyfriend heaven. Of course he was going to fight his ever growing feelings for Reese but there was just something in the Rosemary beach water that made the men do crazy, romantic, beautiful things and so I knew his efforts were pointless. Reese Ellis was his. It was just going to take a little while for his head to catch up with his heart.
The need to protect her had grown into something fierce and possessive inside me. I thought of her all the time, and all I could think was that I wanted her safe. I wanted her with me. I didn't want anyone else touching her or comforting her. Just me.
“Mase Colt Manning fights for those he loves. It’s what he does. And I know he tried to fight for you. He wanted to conquer your battles.”
"Why?" She asked.
"Why what?"
"Why do you want to help me?" I didn't even pause.
"Because you're worth helping."
Why her? Why was she affecting me like this? I had seen hot bodies before and gorgeous smiles. It was more than her outward appearance. Beautiful women only interested me for one thing. Reese had reached something else inside of me and squeezed it tight, from the moment I ran into the room and found her sitting on the floor surrounded by broken glass.
I was giving you time. You seemed skittish. I didn’t want to push you. But if you’re going on a date with someone, it’s gonna be me, Reese. Not fucking playboy Thad.
I’m going to wash it all away. I swear to God, I am, Reese. One day, all you will see or remember is me and what we feel like together. I swear.
I love you. I won’t leave. I’m here to make you take me back. I’m empty without you.
Then one day, he stopped. And I instantly wished he’d go back to hitting me. The bite from the belt was better than this.
Anything was better than this. Even death.
What I wouldn’t give to be smart and flat-chested. If my legs were short and fat, then my life would be perfect. My face wasn’t what attracted Marco. It was average enough. I hated my body. I hated it so much.
“Out, you stupid, good-for-nothing whore!” my mother screamed.
Sure, I had needs. I was a man. But I had a friend who handled those needs, no strings attached. It worked for us. Cordelia had lived at the next ranch over for most of my life. She and I understood each other.
When I’m gone, you can call me, and I’ll be there to listen. I’m a really good friend. But I need you to promise me that what I set up for you, to help you, you’ll do. You will trust me to put you in good hands.
Cordelia, my friend with benefits, came strutting in wearing her skintight jeans and a halter crop top. Her boots clicked on the hardwood floor, and she smirked at me as she moved toward my bedroom.
This wasn’t going to work. I’d been friends with Cordelia for years. Two years ago, we had gotten drunk and slept together, so instead of making things awkward, we’d agreed that it was OK.
Instead, it was Cordelia. She hadn’t called or shown up since I had sent her home almost a month ago.
“I’m in love with you,” she blurted out, as her eyes filled with tears. Holy fuck, I did not need this today. Or any day. Cordelia was not ever supposed to fall in love with me. We’d had sex.
“Wear my shirt at night. I like knowing that you have something of mine when I’m gone.”
“Drink that cappuccino, darling, because you’re gonna need it. I heard that the wicked witch of the beach is back. She arrived from Paris late last night. Prepare yourself for this. Nannette is an evil, evil bitch. She’s also gonna take one look at you and get pissy. She doesn’t deal well when there’s a female hotter than she is, and baby, you are smoking.”
“Get your clothes on and leave.” “Don’t, Mase. Look at me. You wanted this once. We were so good together. I want you. So bad,” she said, opening her legs and slipping her hand between them and playing with herself.
“Stop!” My angry shout finally shut her up. “I’m in love with someone. She’s all I want. All I’m ever gonna want. So I need you to get your clothes and get out of my house, Cord. Now.”
“Shut up! Get out of my house. There is no proof that it was broken. It’s not here. I want my five thousand for it, or you can tell the cops you didn’t steal it. Now, get out of my house.”
It was almost noon when I got the call from the cleaning agency I had been fired. Nan had called them, and they wanted no connection with me.
“Two thousand? What the hell! How much does Nan want for the damn mirror?” She was the meanest, most vindictive bitch I had ever met.
“You bring the hate on yourself, Nan. Stop being a bitch.”
“Yeah. He did. He hates to see Reese suffer at your evil hands, too,” I said, glancing back at her.
shared a father, but I hated this woman. Not just for what she had done to Reese but for how she had treated Harlow when she first came to Rosemary Beach, too. I didn’t hate easily, but Nan made sure to bring that emotion out in people.
“Be safe. Take care of yourself. And miss me when I’m gone.”
“Hello.” “You think you have him, but you don’t. He was fucking me before you, and he’ll be fucking me after you.”
“When I’m gone, she’ll need someone. Be that someone.”