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As much as that sounds like a dream come true, I can’t put Marc in that position.
A position to be attacked by Jared or have his stuff destroyed. Or worse, being stalked and harassed by him.
“I can’t. He’s going to continue harassing me and stalking me until I am back with him. There’s no other way for me to be happy.”
Tightness forms in my stomach as hopelessness, dread, and fear fill my veins.
Jared won’t stop until I am back home with him.
Or dead.
And knowing Jared, he won’t let anyone step in the way to save me.
Especially a man like Marc.
I turn around and start to walk away because there’s no point in having this conversation, but Marc pulls me back towards him. I slam into his hard chest and he wraps his arms around my waist.
His gaze is dark and dangerous, hungry even. “You won’t be happy with him. We both know this.”
I scoff. “Of course, I won’t be happy with him. I won’t be happy anywhere. It seems like I’m not allowed to be happy at all.”
It’s not fair for Jared to keep tormenting me- in my life and in my nightmares.
It’s not fair for him to not allow me to move on and be happy.
It’s just not fucking fair, and I’ve had enough of this bullshit.
I want to scream to the world that Marc makes me happy.
He makes me look forward to living again. He gives me hope and helps me dream once again.
Marc rests his chin on the top of my head. His voice is lower than a whisper, but I can still hear him say, “You are happy with me.”
Chapter Fourteen
MARC
What am I thinking?
I can’t get involved with Staci.
Sure, she’s the perfect woman for me, but the two of us agreed this relationship was fake and only temporary.
We are strictly platonic.
There are no real feelings involved.
I can’t let there be because in the end we will go our separate ways and move on with our lives.
Staci plops down on the couch and continues to cry.
Watching her grieve breaks my heart. I want to pick her up and take her back to the beach. I want to help her forget all about her ex-husband.
There’s nothing I can do to make things better, but if I could, I’d turn back time and figure out a way to prevent this from happening.
Her body shakes as she continues to sob.
She shouldn’t have to sit here with all of herstuff ruined. She can’t stay here tonight with a broken front door.