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🔞🔞WARNING {18+}🔞🔞
Sequel to: In Need of a Muse.
⚠Book Two CAN'T be read as a standalone.
Timay finds herself back where she started, distracting herself with meaningless sex, the only difference this time, she's runn...
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"Fuck." The word leaves my mouth as I pull her body closer to mine, trying to shield her from the sight as her thunderous gaze darkens, fixating onEthan'sperfectly, functioning legssupporting his weight.
"I can explain," he drops his hands from Tiffany's waist, taking a cautious step towards us. I feel Timay step back into my hold and I situate my body in front of hers, subtly.
"Explain?" Timay scoffs. "It's obvious you aren't paralyzed anymore. What a miracle!" She retorts sarcastically, her voice raising.
"He was never paralyzed," Tiffany smirks, taking his hand in hers. "How stupid can you be?" She kisses his cheek, but he roughly pulls out of her grasp, taking another step closer. "May, please hear me out." He begs, desperation dripping from his every word. "I did it for you, I did it for us!" He exclaims.
"You manipulated me! You played with my emotions. You knew I'd feel guilty, didn't you? The fuck, were you thinking, Ethan?"
"I thought we could reconnect. I fucking thought we could bond and get back what we had but he showed up, again, ruining everything," he sneers at me, malice twisting his features. "I had to do something to get you back!"
"What did you do?" She grits out, but he remains silent, a seething anger directed at me. "What else did you fucking do?" She asks with an eerie calmness.
"I did what I thought would get me a second chance with you. I fucked up in New York when I screwed Mandy and Tiff–" His eyes widen, realization sweeping across his face at his admission.
I'm not even angry about this revelation. Nothing about Tiffany surprises me anymore. I don't care who she screwed while we were together. The worst she could've done to me, she did and it's safe to say, I'm somewhat over it.
What happened, happened. There's no point living in the past when my present and future seems like the blazing sun in the form of Timay that ignites every fucking cell, molecule, atom in my body. She sets my soul ablaze, burning hotter and brighter than any sun or magma known and unknown to mankind. The emotions she evokes is extra-terrestrial and I'll be fucked in the head if I don't area-51 the shit outta her.
"What?" Timay asks with a chuckle. The sweet, daze-inducing sound ending my reverie. "You actually slept with her? Did you get her pregnant, too? God, I'm not even surprised... There's nothing between us. There will never be again. Our relationship ended in New York, and I wouldn't ever take you back. Not after what you did to me, Ethan. I was willing to be your friend until the end, hoping to catch a glimmer of the best friend I once knew but, wait you aren't dying, are you?"
"It doesn't matter!" He exclaims, a vein protruding on his forehead. "I deserve one more chance. After everything we've been through. You fucking owe me, Timay!"
"Are you really dying?" She tilts her head to the side, maintaining a calmness I wouldn't be able to if it were I in this situation, but she pulls it off with ease and elegance.
