Second chance for the Mafia prince (January and Gulliver) novel Chapter 54

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“You’ve already told me all of this so not sure why we’re discussing it again,” she felt crowded in as he stood in her personal space, his arms on either side of her as his hands gripped the counter behind her.

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She could smell his cologne, the same scent she used to spray on her pillow all those years ago when they first started dating and it was heady as his proximity was reminding her of things she was desperate to forget.

“We’re discussing it because I don’t believe it’s sunk in for you yet, but I need you to know, I love you, January. I love you more than anything or anyone on this planet. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” his words were spoken softly, low and yet there was no doubt he meant what he was saying. “Since the time I saw you exit the school, you were it for me. Nobody else. I don’t need to go on dates. I don’t need to go for coffee. I don’t need to hold hands, kiss, make love, to anyone else to know this, you, us, is what I want.”

He was intense. His words were hot, his breath fanning her cheek and she found her heart thrumming wildly in her chest. She blinked back tears as his eyes bored into hers.

“I hurt you. I know I hurt you, January, but baby, I am begging here for you to see that I would do anything to fix it a time you tell me there is no way to fix it. I die a little more

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inside. I know this is my fault. I know this is my pain and I deserve it.” He rested his forehead against hers, “but when I tell you the idea of you with another man is breaking my heart, it’s not a lie.”

“Gulliver,” she whispered his name, incapable of breaking eye contact as he lifted a hand up from the counter to cup her cheek.

“I love you, January. There will never be a moment in time when I don’t love you. I’m in this house, surrounded by the truth of my betrayal of you, the way you needed to erase me from your life like I was a tumor which needed to be excised. Fuck, January,” he choked on her name, “all the things I’ve missed. I missed seeing your belly grow with our daughter. I missed holding your hand through her birth. I missed holding you while you cried on her first day of school and you can’t convince me you didn’t. All the firsts that I missed with her; I also missed with you. I’m accepting this as my punishment for my duplicity. I thought I’d be okay knowing you went on dates but sitting here while you were out with him, fucking broke me inside.” His fingers stretched to push her hair off her cheeks.

A single tear coursed down over the swell of her cheek and his

thumb brushes it aside.

“Did you kiss him?”

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Her eyes flashed to his startled, “of course not. Didn’t they tell

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you everything?”

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“No. The minute they told me your order and that you were out I told them to keep the details to themselves unless you were in danger. I don’t know what was worse. Their play–by–play or my imagination.”

“I didn’t kiss him,” she shook her head. “We met for coffee. Went for a walk. I explained things. We chatted about the kids. I came back home. He went home to his son.”

“You like him?”

“Yes.”

“More than me?”

“I like Henry more than you.”

The corner of his lip pulled upwards at the comment, “well I mean, Henry is pretty cute.”

“Henry freaked me the fuck out and I jumped up on the table to get away from him before my mother threw him out the door on the back of a broom like she was playing lacrosse. Not to mention he smells really bad, has beady eyes and he has pointy teeth.”

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don’t have pointy teeth, I think I smell pretty good,” he made

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a show of sniffing his armpits, “and pretty sure I don’t have beady eyes.”

“No, you smell good.” She caught herself and rolled her eyes at his smirk. “It’s not hard to smell better than a skunk, Gulliver.”

“Are you going out with him again?”

“Possibly.”

“Okay.” He said sadly, “I promise to try not to pout too much over your dates. Can I ask you on a date?”

“You can ask. I won’t go.”

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“Now you’re being mean.” He chuckled as she smirked back at him.

“Can I ask if you thought of me at all when you were out?”

“No, you can’t ask that.”

“You did. I knew it.”

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“Shut up,” she pushed his chest and he didn’t budge an ounce

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and instead he stepped closer to her.

“How does he compare? Is he as handsome as me?”

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