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246 pages, Kindle Edition
Published October 31, 2018
Easy pussy—that was what I wanted, and that was what I’d always want, ‘til the day I died. I might’ve been thirty now, but I showed no signs of change on that front.
Phoebe. I’d call Phoebe.
I put my phone on speaker on the center island and dialed up my interior designer.
She was a hell of an interior designer, a hell of a good fuck who was up for anything, and she had red hair.
She was probably the only redhead whose name I’d never forget. Grace Wilson.
“Oh fuck,” I said.
When I pulled up at the house that belonged to my ex, my stomach dropped. He was such an absolute dickwad.
Didn’t take a genius to know he’d been expecting someone else. Someone female, probably red-haired, built like a thoroughbred, with curves to kill for.
Same old Cullen.
“And what the hell is that?”
He was more than a player. He was the champion of the game.
She took one look at me and frowned. “Cullen. I don’t do the threesome thing.” “Whoa,” I said, looking at Cullen. “Neither do I.”
Cullen scowled at me and took my elbow. “Grace was just leaving.”
And the dickwad was kicking us out so he could get his fuck on.
I used to stare at it with adoration when we spent long, lazy mornings in bed together.
But Cullen could be so dense, sometimes. Didn’t he see that his daughter had his exact same, piercing silver-blue eyes? She even had that little dimple, right on the center of her chin. I used to stare at it with adoration when we spent long, lazy mornings in bed together. In the silence, it suddenly dawned on him. Cullen wasn’t easy to surprise. He never showed a ripple. All I got was a slight widening of the eyes. He leaned his thick arm against the wall above him and raked a hand through the wild blonde hair. His voice was low, barely a breath. “You’re fucking kidding me, right?”
The kid who couldn’t be mine.
Refused to accept my life was over.
“Never signed up for this kid thing,” I called after her.
I liked my life. And nothing was going to get in the way of what I had.
He probably kept himself fed with pussy and motor oil.
“You got it. You’re smart, baby. And right. If I were you, I wouldn’t want me to be anywhere near that, either.”
But finding out he was a dad wouldn’t change this leopard’s spots. He didn’t want to change.
I’ll give you whatever money you want, on two conditions.”
“One. You keep the kid out of my way. And two, you keep your tight little ass out of my way, you got that, mama?
She knew me, but I had no fucking idea if I’d ever seen her before. “Not unless I get to leave with you.”
There was only one reason I’d brought that woman home to my house tonight. Because I couldn’t get Grace out of my head.
“No. I thought you’d be out later, and Ella was—” “Grace. I. Don’t. Care,” I bit out,
I was raped by one of them, and when my mother found out, she was so beside herself with guilt that she killed herself.
“You’re safe here,” I told her. She pressed her lips together. “Cullen. I don’t know if we’ll ever be safe, anywhere.”



