Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Life Cycle

Song: Smile by Mikky Ekko

Ridge-

No. I didn't get to do that. I didn't get to make her come. I didn't deserve that. 

She seemed so spunky, but really, she was an innocent as they got. She was perfect and sweet and a virgin and I wasn't going to destroy that. I didn't deserve to be the one to corrupt her. I didn't get to that. 

No. 

I couldn't. 

She was too pure, so innocent, under me, with those perfect hard breasts, those wet boy shorts, biting her swollen lip, looking at me with those wide eyes, a mixture of excitement and lust and need in those baby blues. She was so fucking perfect and I'd come close to just shouting "fuck it" and slamming into her, screw noble. But at the last second, I'd had enough common sense to stop. She didn't want this. She didn't actually want me. I'd brought her to the brink of pleasure and for a minute that's why she has wanted me, because that's what I did. 

I made women scream and moan in ecstasy. But I couldn't make them love me. 

Because I hadn't wanted them to. It was easier. 

Fuck. Move on to a different pussy. Repeat. 

Simple enough. 

I hadn't wanted anyone to love me because I didn't care. I still didn't, but I still wasn't about to fuck North and then move on. It was better that way. Much harder, but better. North was special.

For once in my life, I wouldn't screw the girl I wanted to screw. I'd let her go. For once I'd be noble. 

It turns out mates didn't mean anything. Just phenomenal sex. 

The rest was up to you. 

And I didn't love people, it just wasn't me. 

Getting out of that freezing cold shower, I dry myself yet again, putting again every layer of clothes this time. 

Walking into my bedroom, I clench my fists as I watch her deep breaths, her lovely breasts moving under her top. Her large eyes are closed, and her perfect red lips are parted, her hair was around her head, like a halo, she was curled in a ball on my bed. 

So fucking innocent. 

And not fucking mine. 

  I couldn't keep her safe.  She deserved better. She always had. I was just too much of a dick to see it at the time. 

I couldn't do this to her. Not anymore. We both knew it wouldn't work. 

Unexpected tears cloud my vision. 

"I, Ridge Monroe, reject you, North Jacobs, as my mate," I whisper.

From that moment on, my soul begins chipping away. 

The first time I rejected her it was because I thought she wasn't good enough.

Now I know, it's always been the other way around. 

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North-

With my eyes shut tight, I pray, hope with every nerve of my being, that what he just said was a part of a horrible, horrible, nightmare. 

I really thought he had changed, that maybe he'd started to care. 

That maybe I would have been good enough for him. 

Apparently, I need to get a brain. 

Because it was clear touching me revolted him. 

It really did. 

He'd rejected me. 

A second time. 

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So yeah...not much to say. 

Sorry about that chapter...I suck I know. 

Ridge is a dickhead and North is oblivious, what a marvelous couple...eh?

Laters,

Reagan