Protected: UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 231 – 240

UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 231 – 240

BY GODDY FRANCIS

“What if Moscov is serious about his threats?” I ask Gray.

After that dance with Sinclair at that party, I didn’t tell him I had a birthmark. I just walked out on him and asked Gray to take me home. We left, leaving the others behind, and that was yesterday. I haven’t stopped thinking about what he said. How did he know I had a birthmark behind my ears? It’s not like someone told him that.

“Then obviously he’s looking for death,” Gray says casually.

UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 231 - 240

I finally move into my apartment, and we’re in my bedroom. He’s shirtless because I chose to wear his shirt under my panties as we cuddle. He lies on his side with his right arm safely curled around my waist, drawing non-stop circles.

“Will this death thing ever stop?” I ask.

“Yeah. If Moscov is gone. He’s a dick, and I hate his guts,” he says and caresses my back to my butt.

“You shouldn’t worry about that. I won’t let it happen.”

I sigh and nod.

“And Kennedy?”

“She will be fine. If he tries to make one wrong move, I won’t hold back in ending his life too.”

“You’ve taken a lot of lives, Gray,” I say and run my fingers down his hair.

“Just a lot of bad lives.”

I chuckle and nod.

“You still haven’t told me what you talked about with Sinclair.”

“A lot. What if he’s my father?”

“Fuck me,” he mutters under his breath.

“Please don’t tell me you believed that shit. And stop worrying about that. You can’t be his daughter, and you’re not his daughter.”

“He asked if I got a birthmark behind my ear. How did he know that?”

Gray blinks his eyes and bites his bottom lip.

“Maybe he guessed it.”

“No, he didn’t. It was a straight question. Only someone who knows me will definitely ask me that type of question. Oh God…”

I shut my eyes and lay on my back. This is more frustrating than I thought. Imagine finding out the man you’ve always called father isn’t your father. I can’t take it. I might fall into depression again if that ever happens.

“Tinkerbell…” Gray coos as he pulls me to himself. I bury my face in his chest and wrap my arms around his torso.

“Don’t think about it. He’s just messing with your head. He’s not your father, and you’re not even sure about it. Have you talked to your mom?” he asks.

I shake my head, still buried against his chest.

“I have. She said she doesn’t know anyone with the name Sinclair.”

He breathes out, totally frustrated, as he caresses my back through his t-shirt that I’m wearing.

“Stop whimpering and don’t let Sinclair get into your head. He’s not your father. You’re not even sure.”

I look up at him and rest my palm on his cheek.

“What if he’s my father?”

“Ariel, he’s not.”

“No, I know he’s not. But what if he’s my father? Just assume. What is it gonna be like? The last time I checked, you don’t like each other. You ruin him, and I’m pretty sure he won’t be pleased with us.”

“Is that what you’re insinuating? Him coming between us? You know that’s not possible.”

“My mom doesn’t even like you. And if, for example, Sinclair is my dad, he doesn’t like you either.”

“So what? I should give you up because some man I once worked with turns out to be your dad? You know I won’t do that.”

“I know. You need a good relationship with Sinclair. The one that needs forgiveness. He’s gonna forgive you.”

“The fuck are you saying?”

“I’m saying you need to apologize to Sinclair Gray. You wronged him.”

He looks at me with irritation as he unwraps his arms from around him.

“What are you doing?” I ask him. Did I say something wrong?

“Tinkerbell, sorry doesn’t work like that. I told him that and even paid for the damages that I caused. It still doesn’t mean anything to him. We don’t like each other, and nothing can change that,” he says and gets up from the bed.

“Where are you going?”

“I need water, Ariel,” he says and departs from my room.

I touch my forehead and breathe out. This sucks. Please, God, don’t let him be my dad. I can’t handle it. A drug dealer as a father and a mob boss as a boyfriend. Why did my life turn out this way?

My cousins all work for the mob. My mom is a lying parent. She never tells the truth.

UNTIL I MET YOU : CHAPTER 231 – 240

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