Romancing Demons: Decadence by HJ Stallard

Author:HJ Stallard
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2021-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

No Regrets

Lacey Paxton

Asher was doing what he always did whenever he was home. He was lying on his stomach on the bed, his arms folded in front of him, his head tipped, staring at Mareta sleeping peacefully in front of him.

I stood in the doorway and grinned, my heart bursting with too much love. In less than six short months, my life had changed so drastically. I’d gone from thinking my entire future was over because I could not, absolutely under no circumstances, survive without Reed.

Now I was the proudest mommy in the world to the most perfect baby ever born, and I was in a relationship with a man that actually told me, quite frequently, that he loved me. He was almost neurotic with it, sending me nearly half a dozen texts throughout the day, just to tell me he was thinking about me and missing his girls.

I was happy. Not just happy, but peaceful. Sure, we still got a couple strange looks when we went out in public, but because he was older, not because he was my stepbrother. There were no whispers or murmurs. No hate strewn toward us, no bashing or name calling. Just an occasional stare that read, Isn’t he a bit too old for her?

My whole taboo love affair scandal had completely been forgotten at school and, with Trina’s help, I was catching up on my studies I failed the first time I was a freshman.

Don and I were back on track, as if there had never been a lump in our relationship. As a matter of fact, one would never know he wasn’t my biological father who had raised me since birth. And he was so in love with Mareta. I had never seen someone so proud and boastful.

Other than Asher, of course. The first few days, if we were in public, and he saw someone with a baby, he’d go up to them and start chatting away as if they were old buddies, asking questions about what to expect, showing pictures…

The pictures! Holy hell, the pictures. My little girl was only a month old, but he had already taken probably a thousand pictures of her. That man was obsessed with his daughter.

When Mareta was with Chelsea, he lost his mind, gushing and clicking more pictures. One minute, he’d go on and on about how he couldn’t wait to see our daughter at that age, just to wave his hands and correct himself with, No, she’s never growing up. I want her to stay this way forever.

“The whole world should be jealous of us,” he muttered.

I blinked out of my thoughts and tipped my head with a small smile. “Why’s that?” I whispered.

“Because look at her.” His lids squinted and he stressed each word, so low, I almost couldn’t hear. “She’s flawless.” His sight darted to me out the corner of his eyes. “Just like her mommy.”

My belly fluttering, I crossed the distance and eased beside him, laying on my side so I could curl against his thick frame.

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