HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 109

Alaric’s POV:

I’m not a good man.

That was what I kept chanting in my mind with every second that passed and every wave of guilt that washed over me.

I was lying to her. Pretending as though I didn’t already know who her father was. As though I wasn’t the one who put him in prison.

But hearing Meadow talk about the kind of person Clint Russell was made me want to kill him, to rid her of him for good.

Meadow didn’t know love as a child, and it was all because of him. My father was also terrible, but at least, Nolan and I had our mother–even though she suffered a lot in place of us.

The fact that Meadow blamed herself for how she was treated… it nearly ripped my heart out of my chest.

All I wanted to know right now was why the fuck her father was trying to contact her from prison after all these years. And I would–later.

But for now…

“Still think it was your fault?” I asked after a moment of silence. She’d been drawing circles on my chest, yawning and sighing every now and then. It was like she was tired, but just couldn’t sleep.

Meadow didn’t say anything at first.

And then: “A few sweet words of comfort isn’t really going to change how I feel, Alaric,” she whispered. You know that.”

“And I also know that you shouldn’t have ever felt that way in the first place,” I murmured back. “Your parents failed you, Meadow.” I paused. “Fuck, if you weren’t sick, I’d spend the entire night proving to you just how deserving you are.”

She shivered from those words. “Oh yeah?” she looked up at me, biting down lightly on her lip to conceal her smile. “How would you do that?”

I would’ve taken her into the Tether room, tied her up just the way she liked and…

Fucking hell. The things I wanted to do to this woman. My wife.

I smirked, delivering a light spank to her ass. “Feel better first, and then we can talk about it.”

She rolled her eyes at me, and for a moment, she stared at me with a light in her eyes.

But it wasn’t long before that light dimmed.

I instantly knew what she was about to ask me even before she asked. “You know, there are other ways you can show me I’m deserving… of the truth, most especially.”

My chest tightened and my brows furrowed as I pushed her hair away from her face. “What do you want to know?”

She gave a slight shrug. “Tell me… about her. Clarissa.”

She wanted to know why I broke up with her aunt. I hated talking about this. Fucking hated when something reminded me of this–which was one of the major reasons I hated that she was back.

The years I transitioned from teenagehood to adulthood were undoubtedly the worst years of my life. And just when I thought I had the one person who made me feel a little bit whole…

Meadow’s face fell and she heaved a sigh. “Just a few minutes ago, you wanted to know if I trusted you. And now, I’m asking you the same thing.” Her hand came up to cradle my face. “Do you trust me, Alaric?”

“Without question.” My voice was hoarse.

“Then, tell me,” she whispered. “What did she do to you?”

I had no idea how much Clarissa had told Meadow. But she’d confessed about making her believe that we had been together in Vegas. There was no way I could fix that–except tell Meadow the truth.

I swallowed. “She cheated.”

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