Ex-Husband's Regret

Gabe.

I can still feel her soft skin under my skin. For a moment, I wanted to run my thumb across the pulsing joint on the inner side of her arms.

This new version of her is intriguing. She's a spitfire, and her new attitude is something I can see myself getting obsessed with. I like my women, confident, sexy, and have a fiery personality. I fucking love it when they put up a fight and push right back.

She's transitioned into that kind of woman, and it has me intrigued. She's feisty and isn't afraid to tell me to go fuck myself. Why the hell wouldn't I be attracted to that?

When we were married, she was boring. Her boring personality made her dull in my eyes. There was nothing exciting about her. She was way too submissive, while I liked my women with claws. She did everything she could to please me and catch my attention.

She bent backwards to get me interested in her, not knowing that she was just pushing me further away. Harper was timid and shy back then. It was also obvious that she lacked self-confidence; that alone was a turn-off.

Sighing, I push those thoughts away. Push my new curiosity when it comes to Harper Beckett, now Wood. Seconds later, I want to punch something because it's not easy to banish the feel of her skin or the vision of her in her sexy nightgowns.

They drive me fucking insane the way they mold to her new curves like they were made specifically for. I'm an ass kind of man, but her breast got me seeing nothing but their roundness. Fuck! I need to get my head straight. Harper is the last woman I want to get involved with. I don't do love, and she looks like the kind of woman who easily falls.

I had no clue what I was going to fucking tell her. That's the other thing that got my heart in a fucking

I knocked once and asked once

me that even kids need their own privacy when they're dealing with something. Luckily for me, moments later, the

been crying and that thought breaks my fucking heart. I haven't known her for even a month,

her head and then opens the door wider to let me in. I get in without wasting

nervous she wouldn't like the room, but I was glad when she did. "Mom told me the truth," she began in a soft voice. "That you are

I pull her into my arms. I rub her back in small circles as she continues to cry. I waited for her to calm down while I tried organizing my thoughts. I never once thought that

to her bed. I sit down with her on my lap and

he isn't blood related," I told her. "He raised you and was there when I wasn't, that makes him your

me, but I also can't deny that he was there when I wasn't. That he accepted and raised Lilly, knowing that he wasn't

understand that from here on, I plan to be

know about me," she