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Published April 6, 2019
**I had been Gabriel’s dirty little secret, and six years later, I still was. And now six years and one day later, I realized I didn’t want to still be.**
**“In all these six years that you’ve supposedly been with Justice, you have never, once invited her over to meet us, spend time with us, get to know us or even meet the girls. All the birthdays, weddings, parties, work functions, any of it, you have never, ever showed up with Justice on your arm.” “That’s because Dad-” “Dad’s reign of bullshit ended four years ago with Shane,” he pointed out. “What’s been your excuse since then?”**
**When he wanted to get laid he’d send a text that he was on his way, and as always, I’d reply with an ‘OK’. Gabriel would walk in, undress, attack, get dressed, then leave. We never went to dinner. We’ve never gone to a movie. We’ve never walked down the grocery aisle to shop for food. We’d never gone to the park. It’s amazing when you think about it. We’ve been sleeping together for six years and we’ve done nothing other than fuck.**
**Gabriel was no longer my safe place. He was now a mirror to all the ways I was useless and dismal. I loved Gabriel. I’ve loved him since I was 16 years old, but I wasn’t happy with him. Or, rather, I wasn’t happy with our situation. But I was too much of a coward to say anything. While I might blame Gabe for being obtuse and insensitive, I wouldn’t blame him for my cowardice. That was all me.**
**It wasn’t Gabriel’s fault I never told him how I felt. He really couldn’t be blamed for thinking our arrangement was still working for me when I never said otherwise. I guess the girl in me wished he had been the one to say something. I wanted Gabriel to choose me. I wanted to be the one he wanted. And I wanted him to know that his money and last name had nothing to do with why I was in love with him. I wanted him to believe that I only wanted him. So, along with the fear of losing him, that was the reason I never pushed for more.**
**Having to admit that I knew nothing about Justice’s life was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I knew every inch of her body and I knew that I’ve loved her since I was 15, but that’s it. I knew very little about what she enjoyed outside the bedroom and I knew she worked for a doctor of some sort doing clerical stuff. And I knew she had a friend named Beatrice whom I’ve never met.**
**“So, help me God, Justice, you better tell me where the fuck you’re at right now!” And because it’s Las Vegas and going back to the mention of feeling brave, I said, “I’m looking for your replacement. So, if you don’t mind…” I smiled at myself in the mirror, and even though it was drunk…well, buzzed girl bravery, I was still very proud of myself. Gabriel Buchanan was not going to take me for granted any longer. I was not going to be that pathetic girl; a slave to her love, waiting around for his phone call and scraps of time.**
**It was time I started taking care of what was mine, and even if she didn’t know it yet, she was mine. I’ve just been doing a piss-poor job of it up until now.**
**In her drunken, sexually blitzed out stupor, she had confessed to loving me. She had confessed to loving me since we were 16 and she even admitted how she kept her mouth shut all these years because she’d rather have a piece of me than nothing at all. She hadn’t let me comment as she explained how it was no longer enough, though. She wanted real love with a real boyfriend who took her on real dates and wasn’t ashamed of her. I loved Justice. Always have. So, love wasn’t an issue when I married her, but even I can admit I did it here and now because her accusation that I was ashamed of her had boiled my blood. I was not ashamed of her. I’ve never been ashamed of her.**
**I loved this girl so much, but I had no idea how to connect with her outside the bedroom. Or sober, apparently.**
**I owed her. I owed her six years of making her feel like she was second best. Hell, she probably didn’t even think she ranked that high. I had parents, three brothers and two sisters-inlaw. Who knew where she thought she stood on my list of priorities. Fuck.**
**Finally telling her I loved her, only to have her throw it back in my face, as a lie, had been enough to push me over the edge. But I wasn’t a completely self-absorbed dick. I knew this was my fault. I knew her insecurities and refusal to see the truth was all my fault. I knew this. I just didn’t know how to undo six years of neglect.**
**“I’m fucking done playing games with you, Justice,” I snarled in her face. “You are a Buchanan. You should have been a Buchanan years ago, but I was a jerk. I admit that. I admit that and I’m so fucking sorry for how I took you for granted all those years.” Her eyes started to shine with resentful tears, but I was way past letting her tears sway me.**
**“I plan on spending the rest of my days making it up to you, but from this second forward, you will stop talking about divorce, other men, or how you’re not a Buchanan or entitled to my money. You are my wife, Justice. And as such, I will always take care of you financially, emotionally and sexually. Me, and only me!”**
**All my dreams were coming true. The biggest dream being that Gabriel Buchanan really did love me. “I love you, so much, Gabe.” I could feel his heart beating against mine. “God, I hope so,” he whispered. “Because my life has been tied to yours since we were 15 years old. It’ll be tied to yours forever.”**

