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“Isn’t it exciting! You know, Mom’s always looked at that property as the perfect place. Finally able to knock that old cottage down and build a spa. And now she can.” Molly claps her hands together, and I want to slap her. But I don’t hit women.She and I both know there is so much more behind the words she just said. I want to remove myself from the table, but I can’t. I can’t let them know how angry they just made me.

Lifting my glass of scotch. “Here’s to new adventures,” I cheer, the words feeling vile coming from my lips, but I can’t make a big scene.

Their faces look a bit surprised by my words, but I don’t let them in on anything.

The dinner seems to last forever; they talk about their plans for the spa. Not letting August know it will all be knocked down, bulldozed, leveled, and turned into something for the upper-class.

The food in my stomach doesn’t settle well, but I just sit there.

“Ready to head home?” Molly smiles at me.

“I’m ready when you are.” I swallow the last sip of my drink.

Our house is on the same property, in their guest house. I can never get away from them. And I feel like this was Molly’s plan all along.

At first, we had good conversations; now there's barely anything there. I’m here because I have to be, and she’s here because she got what she wanted.

Picking Molly that night on the beach had bigger consequences than August leaving for good; it has all this I have now.

Letting the spray of the too-expensive shower head massage my back, the knots in my muscles not seeing any relief. I hear the door open. Standing up straighter, I open the glass shower door for her, and a naked Molly steps in. Her body isn’t hers. The boobs were bought, her lips plumped, and her nose ground down. She’s beautiful, but beauty is only skin deep. You’d think her tan was from the sun; it’s not. It’s from the tanning bed she has in the connected garage.

Closing the gap between us, she presses her tits into me, licking up my neck, collecting the shower water as she goes. My dick grows with her attention. One thing Molly doesn’t withhold is sex. Because she likes it just as much as me. It’s one thing we can agree on. We both have needs.

“Fuck me, Bo,” she purrs up at me before I steal her lips, so she won’t speak again. Her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. I don’t know if it was learned or not.

Grabbing her around the waist, I lift and I don’t prep her; she never needs it. Lining my cock up to her entrance, I roughly enter her. She’s tight and constricting.

As I’m fucking her into the wall, Molly fades and August emerges. I’m not in this shower; I’m at the shower at the Marina, fucking her as she’s on all fours, screaming my name while her knees got shredded by the concrete. We were supposed to be cleaning it, but one thing led to another. It got cleaned, but we were eighteen-year-olds at the height of our relationship. Picturing myself pulling out of her, watching my cum leak down her thighs, I growl.

“Bo.” I’m yanked back to the here and now, my hips pounding into Molly fervently. Her face contorts as if she is trying to piece together where I just was.

“Come,” I grunt to her, and with that one word, she does. Coming around my dick. Hurriedly, I pump a few more times, feeling my balls draw up and my own orgasm on the brink. Pulling out of her, I sit her down on her feet before pumping my dick a few times, coming on to her stomach. Hoping my pull-out game stays strong.

I turn my back on her, washing my dick off. Eyes closing, berating myself for the memory I just had. I wasn’t fucking Molly; I was fucking August. And that thought shocks me. Because since she returned to town, my mind has been wrecked, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I toss and turn throughout the night, unable to get restful sleep. My mind keeps running back to August. To them announcing what they’re going to do to August Cove, and I know I can’t let that happen, even if it puts everything else at risk. Even if it puts our family business at risk.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I didn’t find a house I liked or a storefront that called my name. I feel like my looking was just a waste of time.

Holding Baylee’s bag as she slips on her shoes, I already feel like I miss her, and she hasn’t even left yet.

Holding her bag out to her, “Call me when you get home, please.”

“I will. And let’s plan a day for you to come back to Driftwood Bay.” She smiles at me playfully.

I just nod my head because I don’t want to tell her no.

Watching as she waits for the elevator, I can’t help but ask, “Bay, what was I saying in my sleep?”

Her laugh travels to my ears as she steps into the elevator; her head quickly peeks out. “Bohdi.” And she disappears, leaving me standing gaping at her parting word. What the hell. Is all I can think.

Sitting in my quiet apartment, Luna on my lap, I get lost in thought. Wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do.

Pulling my phone from the end table, I open my pictures and smile at the ones Baylee and I took, but then I see it. The picture of the for-sale sign. I zoom in on the phone number, but that is the only information on it.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I don’t let myself chicken out but do decide to send a text. It’s Sunday, and I don’t want to be rude.