DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

into her past, and you weren’t as careful as you thought
you were. Maddox, you forget, I have eyes and ears
everywhere. Of course, I knew.”
Goddamn it.
His eyes closed, and he sighed again. “I’m sorry I never
said I was proud of you.” His voice grew weaker, until he
was whispering those words.
“Too late,” I said. But this time, there was less anger,
less heat.
There had been too much toxicity between us. Too much
hatred, too much frustration and a whole lot of negativity.
Our misunderstandings grew every year, and it pulled us
apart, further and further away from each other.
It took my father to be on his deathbed for us to try and
fix this, whatever was left of this father and son
relationship. And trust me, there wasn’t much left.
After making sure he was tucked in comfortably, I
turned off the lights. “Good night.”
He mumbled something incorrigible in return.
Numb and mentally exhausted, I stumbled into my
bedroom. Turning my neck left and right, I tried to release
the tension there. My skin prickled with something fierce,
too many emotions, rattling inside of me.
I tugged my shirt over my head and discarded the rest of
my clothes on my bathroom’s floor, before stepping into the
shower.
I stood under the spray for a long minute, and with my
forehead against the shower wall, I squeezed my eyes shut.
What the hell was I really doing? Here, in this sterile place,
that reminded me of nothing but how ugly my relationship
with my parents was.
They have been trying, slowly opening up to me. We’ve
had all meals together, had a movie night every night – fuck
– my mother even baked my favorite carrot cake. The last
time I had my mother’s carrot cake was on my seventh
birthday.