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597 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 10, 2020


4 Nixon 💫
“Carpe Diem, he’d learned once.
And he’d Carpe Diem’d the shit out of it the day he decided she was his.


“As long as I’m breathing, you’re safe.”
My heart squeezed. “Then don’t stop breathing.”
“So long as you’re mine, I never want to.”

“I let you go, and I destroyed myself so you wouldn’t.”
”Maybe the world couldn’t handle that much love.”
Always he tried to touch my soul.
Always he longed for it in the depths of his eyes.
Always I denied him.
Tears slid down the side of his face. “Do you think she loved me the same, Tyrone?”
The plea rattled Tyrone to the core. He gripped Nixon’s hand and held him tight. “I think she did, buddy.”
“Funny,” he whispered, shaking his head a little. “I don’t think she did…”
“My time’s over,” he forced out. “But I got to have you. I got to have something real in the end. I got to love with all my heart. I got to feel a person capture my soul. Not everyone can say they’ve loved so whole before. I was your captive, baby, right from the start.”



In the end, all he wanted was for me to want him back unequivocally.
My poor Nixon.
I’m sorry I chose to forget.
I was unwanted. Rejected. He was throwing me out like he seriously didn’t give one ounce of fuck.


“I was dead,” he told me. “There was nothing left inside me.”
“And now?” I prodded frantically. “What’s inside you now?”
His face went cold. “Not you.”
“How do you want it?”
“Dirty.”
He groaned with approval. “Anything for what’s mine.”
“As long as I’m breathing, you’re safe.”
My heart squeezed. “Then don’t stop breathing.”
“So long as you’re mine, I never want to.”

“Do you think you won’t be a victim anymore if you let me touch you?” he asked me. When I nodded, I felt his hands grip my thighs tighter. “Tell me no, then, baby, but open your legs for me when you do.”
She was so sweet, and he was so…so…
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“I’m already building a house for us.”
Of course, he was. I smiled. “Is it on a mountain?”
“At the very top.”
“Will I have my own horse drawn carriage?”
“Yes,” he said. “And you’ll leave in it whenever your heart desires.”
"Maybe life put you right where you needed to be."
"In the arms of a psycho who dragged me into the back of a van?"
"Into my arms."
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He would sell his soul to make her happy. He would drain his sanity one bit at a time, yearning for what might never be his.
Ultimately, the captor would become the captive.
"I let you out, and it went against everything in me. I know, without a shadow of a doubt, if given the chance, you'd leave me. Still, I let you out. Can't you see I'm trying?" Fresh tears fell from my sore eyes as I listened.
"My day begins and ends with you. You're mine, Vixen, wherever you are, wherever you go, your home is with me."
"I killed for you," he cut in, unable to restrain himself now. "I saved you from an evil fate. Don't I get to keep you?"
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"Though you don't like to admit it, I know you don't like to see me go," he would say, kissing the top of my nose. "I don't like it, either. I hate it, baby."
Of course, I never admitted that to him.
I was the one held against her will here.
I couldn't tell the man that imprisoned me in a hotel that I would miss him when he left.
But I did.
In the end, all he wanted was for me to want him back unequivocally.
My poor Nixon.
I'm sorry I chose to forget.
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"Do you think you won't be a victim anymore if you let me touch you?" he asked me. When I nodded, I felt his hands grip my thighs tighter. "Tell me no, then, baby, but open your legs for me when you do."
As I let out a long breath of air, I relaxed my legs and whispered, "N-no."
The air sounded like it'd been ripped fom his lungs when he uttered, "Thank fuck."
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I blinked at the mirror and shuddered. I looked like a gargoyle on acid. My hair was everywhere, the bags under my eyes were absolutely criminal. No girl should look so bad in the mornings.


