Forbidden Fate (Crowne Point 3)

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All those roses everywhere. It smelled like a fucking funeral.

Was Story fucking West?

She wasn’t actually going to fuck him.

“Gray?” Lottie’s soft voice called to me as I rubbed my temples, trying to work out the problem.

“Grayson.” Her hands landed on my shoulders, soft and searching as they trailed down my back, around my waist, coming around my hips to my cock.

I tried to shrug her off gently. I probably should’ve known something was up when Lottie came to bed in lingerie, but I attempted to play it off, and pretend I was tired. I wasn’t…I didn’t sleep anymore.

What the fuck was Story thinking? That should be my ring on her finger. I wanted to rip West’s head off. I didn’t for a minute buy he was in love.

He looked too fucking smug.

I exhaled.

I know what she was thinking.

It’s all my fault.

I did this. I did this to her. To us.

I wanted to tell her everything. She’d called me out for being a liar at the hospital, and I never wanted that to be us. I wanted the truth.

The bloody, raw, jagged truth.

But what was I going to say? Nothing changed. I was still married to Lottie. I still couldn’t touch her, still had to keep my distance because my grandfather still held a knife to her throat. I can’t guarantee her a happily ever after with me, and I’m not going to break any more promises. Not with Snitch.

Lottie’s hands slid up my thigh. “Grays—”

“Trying for a baby, Lottie?”

Her hand froze.

“You…you said you would give me a family.”

“I did…” I said, measured.

“And it will make our families happy. They needed that after everything we’ve put them through, don’t you agree?”

I ran a hand through my blond hair. I couldn’t disagree.

“Is the idea of having a baby with me so terrible?”

I let out a breath. “Of course not.”

Lottie’s hand slid between my thighs, to my dick.

“Just pretend I’m her,” she said softly.

“Lottie…”

“It didn’t stop you the last time.”

Lottie’s small fingers went for my zipper. “From down here, I bet we kind of look the same.”