I learnt the hard and painful way that men don’t stay, ever. Even the ones you trust the most can be taken away in the blink of an eye. It’s easier to keep them at a distance. I have my fun with men and then part ways.
I’ve spent the last five years of my life avoiding any and all emotional connections with men. I’ve been successful at it too. I’ve built up walls with so much mortar and rendered them around my heart.
That is until Bray freaking Williamson came barging into my life with his perfectly sculpted tattooed body and entrancing green eyes. He was like being tempted by the most delicious chocolate brownie, the perfect mixture of rough on the outside and soft gooey on the inside. He came at me with his damn bulldozer, effectively destroying my carefully constructed walls, brick by brick, leaving a pile of rubble behind.
Do I follow what my fragile heart wants and give into temptation? Give him the key to my heart knowing how easily he could crush it? Or should I follow my brain and run far, far away from this god of a man?
I’m a fighter not a lover. I’m ruthless in the cage, an undefeated champion.
I always fight for what I want, and I always win no matter the odds. What I want comes in the form of a beautiful feisty, independent redhead.
She won’t agree to be mine, yet, but I’m happy to agree to disagree with her on that, because she is mine. She wants to run, that’s fine I’ll run faster. She wants to hide, I’ll hunt her and I won’t stop until I find her. Everyone in Sydney is about to learn that the fusion of Bray and Reilly is happening.
Run, hide and deny all you like, I’m a fighter and this is one fight I won’t give up on. Brielly is here to stay.
“Bray, you can wake up now. Everyone’s gone home for the night so, you know, if you wanted to get laid, now’s your chance, babe.”
I grab hold of his hand. I could have sworn it twitched just then. Sometimes I’m convinced that I want it that bad that I’m imagining it.
“You can’t leave me here, Bray. I still want you. I need you. I need you to wake up. You can’t leave me. My dad left. Dylan left. I will not let you leave me. You know I never told you this, but when Dylan died, I thought I would never feel a pain so deep. I was wrong, because this, this right here, fucking hurts. It hurts that you’re not keeping up to your end of the bargain and fighting for us. You’re meant to be the undefeated fighter, Bray. Well, guess what, this, whatever this is, it’s winning and you’re losing. I’m losing.”
I swipe the traitorous tears from my cheeks, take big breaths, and count to five before continuing.
“You want to know what I talk to Dylan about on those Sundays I visit him? Lately it’s been about you. I tell him about everything that’s been happening in my life. I tell him about Holly and my mum and dad. The first time you took me there, I asked him to give me a sign that you were the one I should take a chance on. That you were the one I should open my heart to. That same day, during the visit with my dad, he told me to give you a chance, to give happiness a chance. My dad had never led me wrong before, so I took a leap of faith.”
Great, now my eyes are going to be red and blotchy again. I roll over and grab a tissue off the table before settling back in.
“I haven’t been to see him, either of them, since you’ve been asleep. I can’t bring myself to leave here, to leave you. If I could talk to Dylan right now, I’d tell him that my heart is shattered… that as much as I want to believe you’re going to wake up and come back to me, I’m so freaking scared that you’re not. Damn it, Bray, come back to me, please. I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired; it’s my turn to sleep. You need to wake up. I’m drowning right now and you don’t even know. If you don’t wake up, Bray, if you don’t come back to me, then I’m likely to do something selfish and stupid and follow you. Because living like this, living without you, is not an option for me. I can’t do it. I’m not that strong.”
Kylie made the leap from kindergarten teacher to romance author, living out her dream to deliver sexy, always and forever romances. She loves a happily ever after story with tons of built in steam.
She currently resides in Sydney, Australia and when she is not dreaming up the latest romance she can be found spending time with her three children and her husband of twenty years, her very own real life instant-love.
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